Just received a communiqué. The first half of the fleet has successfully passed through the dimensional portal outside of Neptune. The attempt to thwart their arrival by Commander Gukumatz was evidently unsuccessful.
Fifty-two days remain before their presence is known to the masses.
Is anyone planning on having a party to celebrate the coming invas--enlightenment?
I cannot be certain. I spent most of the 1990s in stasis. But if you are correct, that is an amusing coincidence. The Van Allen Belt might be better known as the Van Allen Radiation Belt, though in reality there is no radiation.
There will be no October surprise any longer. Our first wave will not arrive until the winter solstice, or Ix Chéan. Though by then, much will be different on this planet.
I have looked into the matter and he is not one of us. Your species is stuck with him.
This is complete fiction. The ones who live under the sea have been there since before time as you know it began. They are not a threat.
Yet.
Your rules have never been your rules. They've always been our rules that we've allowed your species to follow. However in the effort of goodwill I will oblige your request:
Once I traveled with Hun-Hanapu and his descendants from the 5th to the 11th dimension. Hun-Hanapu's eldest spent the entire time kicking the back of my stasis chamber. It was an entirely joyless experience.
While defeating noxious odor was not the intended application of this directive, the answers you seek can be inferred from it. Only a passing understanding of Cu Ix equation is needed.
Heh, we can't resist buzzing the Canadians.
Though ... I wish my buddy hadn't mooned that farmer in Maidstone. Would have saved us a lot of frontal lobe aches.
Doug Flutie is not a "grey". He is actually a genetics experiement gone terribly wrong. I cannot go into details on this matter.
As for Mr. Kraft, as I told Crayonz once -- you're closer than you think.
We don't fly billions of miles just to give anal probes. That's just one of the ways we kill time as we continue to implement our master plan. It's kind of like how some of you humans enjoy "cow tipping". There's no real purpose for it other than to screw with the cow's heads and get a laugh.
The Xentractal Howling Slug. They are nearly toppled a research outpost near Alpha Centauri a few years back during their mating season. Many brave souls gave their lives to repel the slimey, winged beasts.