Part XIV
Seated in front of the control panel, Branch grasps a lever with a meaty paw and pulls down , meanwhile his other hand deftly pushes blinking lights and whirling gizmos. But Branch, do you know what your doing?, you muster up the courage to ask. "Relax," responds the muscular Branch, "If I can fly Uncle Cletus's crop duster, I can fly anything." Steering the UFO to the right, Branch aims the craft at the Planet Earth, and thrusts a thick, veiny finger into the Hyperspace Button. "Hold on!", shouts Branch. You grasp onto Branch's left bicep as the UFO enters hyperspace speeds. You become vaguely aware that you are moving faster than time...colors blur...your ears pop...you dig your fingers deeper into the dense fast twitch fibers of Branch's upper arm. Then CRASH! The spacecraft slams into the ground! You and Branch are thrown about the control room. Branch is up and throws open the door of the ship, letting in the sunlight. It's the planet Earth!, Branch hops out of the craft onto the ground, and you follow. The woods, the trees! It's Texas! And look! It's Branch's hound dog, barking! He's been waiting faithfully. You ask Branch what time it is. "Well I'll be damned", says Branch, looking at his Timex analog watch. "It's only about two minutes later than when those reptilian bastards snatched us." And so, you, Branch and the dog slowly head back to the house in silence.