Ian Bunkem-Smith had an evil plan. As the self-appointed leader of all earth residing aliens, his mission was not to eradicate mental illness, but to exterminate the mentally ill and all other benefit scroungers, who relied on State handouts. The only deterrent, standing along his path to universal dominance, was Luna…and her band of 11 sisters and brothers. Currently, however, he was more concerned about the way the office cleaner had looked at him when he told her that she should have finished cleaning half an hour ago.
“I know a kettle when I see one,” he thought aloud. He would retrieve her personal details from his secretary. The Seer shuffled home as quickly as her swollen legs would carry her.
“Luna, Luna,” shrieked The Seer, when she arrived home. Panting, she collapsed onto the sofa.
“Deep breaths,” said Luna.
“I made eye contact with him…I.B.S, he knows…
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