“Weapons
huh… you can always take a look at ours…… here…” Whistles and his arrow
flies around Carlos a bit then settles infront of him.
Carlos blinked at him, and then looked down at
the arrow, almost a little afraid. “I, uh… I don’t think here’s a good place.
We’re still eating, after all…”
He also probably shouldn’t be looking at alien
weapons of all things. If the government somehow figured out he was abducted
when he got home…
God, that was another thing. Aliens existed,
obviously. Were the MIB or somebody going to come after him?
The Perfect Scientist 