Aliens?!
“Greys,” the man said again, burping. Bending forward, he rolled up his sleeves. “Mr. Moore, you might need a katana or three.” He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Kenny inquired gently, his fury perfectly concealed. Another local, this time a teenage boy, said, “Aliens, man.” “Aliens?” Kenny suppressed a giggle, but the man’s revelation caused his eyes to widen.