u.f.o.

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Image 1: R. Stump: ...ugh... / R. Mullin: nearly home, kid.

Image 2: M. Finch: you guys getting along now? / R. Mullin: ...mm. / M. Finch: yay!

Image 3: Wagner: she was no trouble at all. / R. Mullin: ...mm.

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Image 1: R. Stump: i can keep goin’! / R. Mullin: i think you should try to sober up a bit...

Image 2: R. Stump: yeah, shit, you’re right. i don’ wanna let somethin’ slip... / R. Mullin: what do you mean, kid?

Image 3: R. Stump: ‘bout this town! ‘bout this weird town... / R. Mullin: what do you know? / R. Stump: not much...it’s all classified, guy like me can’t find out shit...

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Image 1: R. Mullin: are you even old enough to drink?* / R. Stump: hey, i’m not just some kid you know. / R. Mullin: ...sure. / R. Stump: i’ll prove it!

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Image 4: R. Mullin: ...goddamn, kid, you showed me. you sure put a lot away. / R. Stump: [belches]

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Image 1: M. Finch: hey, Ron... / A. Mullin: [crying]

Image 2: A. Mullin: [crying] / M. Finch: so, i guess you don’t like Ricky very much? / R. Mullin: huh? i like him fine. 

Image 3: A. Mullin: [crying] / M. Finch: doesn’t seem that way... / R. Mullin: hey now...

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Image 1: J. Finch: [babbling] / R. Stump: look at this little guy... you might have a future pilot on your hands here, kitten.

Image 2: R. Stump: does lil’ Allie want a go? i’ll be careful, Ron, i promise. / A. Mullin: [whining] / R. Mullin: no. thanks. she doesn’t want to play. 

Image 3: R. Stump: it sort of sounds like she does. / R. Mullin: no, she doesn’t.  / A. Mullin: [crying]

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Image 1: R. Mullin grew increasingly concerned about outside parties noticing his alien child. 

Image 2: fearing not only R. Stump, but anyone in town whose gaze seemed to linger. 

Image 3: he decided the best way to avoid unwanted attention attention was to continue to live as if he had nothing to hide. / humans are remarkably talented in detecting suspicious actions among their own kind.