The aperture opened. Another one came in.

Why do they buzz into the towering arcologies under the dome? Is it the pizza? Hundreds of millions of light years for pizza. You can get it delivered, you know.

But cheese steak sandwiches, served from a cart in central park, that’s an experience that you can’t get at home. They never come down here, though. It’s just humans and bugbears down here and they don’t tip for shit. Do they have swiss cheese like this in the Web People Galaxy? I don’t think so.

Still, at least we have water. Water with mermaids, well where else can the mermaids find water on Earth? Not out in the Atlantic Parking Lot, not in the Hudson Bike Path. Just here, in central park, and they smile so sweetly.

But they don’t buy any god damn sandwiches.

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