+rep he knew the pieces fit

Alrighty then, picture this, if you will
10 to 2 a.m., X, Yogi DMT and a box of Krispy Kremes
In my need-to-know post just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole "Chosen People" thingy
When just a flaming stealth banana split the sky
Like one would hope, but never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
And stopping right on my Birkenstocks, and me yelping
"Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!"
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
(Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!)
Then the X-Files being
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips
And breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slo-mo Matrix descent out of the butt-end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw
My sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pants!"

OOOOO! Batman!

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