Hugh Hamilton
"Ben?"
"Yes?"
"You know those guys who cruise around in cars at night looking for women?"
"Vaguely…"
"And you know how some of them have those cars that have that back thing for the scantily clad women to dance in?"
"No...but I'll go with it."
"Well if on they off chance they are literate…"
"Yes...?"
"Then they could name their car ‘The Pick-up Truck’."
"That was really terrible."
"Agreed."
"How about we move on to more pressing concerns?"
"OK. I've recently discovered that the key to true wealth is land."
"What?"
"Sure, you can make a profit or two on the side with retail, but the land you own is really what it's all about."
"What?"
"It's just like they say: ‘Treasure is land’."
"What? When do they say that?"
"You know, it's from that book."
"What book?"
"You know, that one with the pirates."
Ben groaned.
"Is that all you've been doing the last couple of weeks?" he said snidely.
"No — well not entirely."
"What else have you been doing then? Formulating a cunning escape plan?"
"No. I've been thinking up what it is you could possibly be spying all the time," biled Hugh.
"Well you're an idiot," counter-biled Ben.
Suddenly the hatch opened and an alien came down bearing water.
"Thanks," said Hugh, taking the glass politely.
"Yes, thanks." Ben did the same.
They sighed and drank.
After a while Grace came down to see them.
"Hello," said Grace.
"Hello," said Ben.
"Hello," said Hugh. "Are you an alien?"
"No," replied Grace.
"Can let us go?" asked Ben.
"No," replied Grace.
There was a neat pause. Hugh fumbled around in his pockets.
"OK," said Grace, taking the 25 dollars from Hugh.
After a brief swim, they found themselves somewhere close to where they usually are and went home.
THE END
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