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You awaken sitting in something like a dentist's chair. Trying to move, you realize you are still subdued. Another creature is now standing before you. He looks different than the others. He is obviously in charge. He looks like some kind of lizard or reptile: long, narrow green face and creepy eyes. He is wearing a white oxford shirt with blue pinstripes, a blue and gray regimented tie, pleated navy blue dress pants, and wing tipped shoes. You look at his green, scaly hands and see that they are webbed. His mouth doesn't move but you hear his voice! "Don't worry, I am transmitting messages to you in Earth English, and you are receiving them. You may think back in response," he begins in a British accent.
"Okay", you respond.
"We are in the midst of a war with the Maginis. My group has been commissioned with the task of gathering superior DNA so that we may create Super Aliens capable of mass destruction and, more importantly, able to withstand extreme punishment, including atomic radiation," the Reptilian continues, "Our search led us to one Mr. Branch Warren of the planet Earth. As fate has it, you have come along for the ride. Have no fear, you will not be harmed. We merely need Mr. Warren to mate with a selection of our female breed, and the two of you will be returned to the abduction site. At the current moment, your friend Mr. Warren has been put out to stud in one of the spacecraft's labs."
"Oh," you reply.
"Incidentally, we took a sample of your semen and, unfortunately, found your sperm to be quite lacking. May we advise you to refrain from having children? No matter. We have we want: A new generation of Branch Warren/Alien Hybrids. A generation of a New Cosmic Race which will rule the Universe!"
"What about Jehovah?", you ask.
The Reptile Commander smirks "Finally, after all eternity, we shall supplant Jehovah...And then...it is all ours! Space will belong to us!!"
