“In a self generated dimensional void - your essence cannot survive within.” “How large would this processing facility need to be when complete...d?” “The approximate displacement of the small habitat removed from your property. It would be terra-formed to reduce detection.”“The presence of aliens in my backyard holds a certain amount of appeal for me; what do you think, Harvey?” “If’n they don’t mess up the TV signal, and leave the critters alone, they can have the whole spread! Our old ladies. The locals were arrayed around the establishment in various states of inebriation. I hardly garnered any curious glances as I ambled up to the bar, hailing the barkeep as I leant onto the bar itself. “A pint please mate,” I asked producing a ten pound note from my pocket. “Here alone mate?” He quizzed, as he pulled me a pint. “I am yeah, just been shopping with the missus.” I put my money on the bar top and wrapped my fingers around the drink I had ordered. “Women eh?” He sighed at me. He looked like shit, his hair burned in patches and his breathing was a bit labored. But thank heavens his healing factor was almost off the charts, as he was already healing from that. And he told us what I had not seen on the TV. That when he heard Clint’s trike arriving, he hid and waited for Clint.That was not just an attack, it was an ambush. And there were a lot of questions we had for the Roaster, he had a lot to answer for. We gave our statements, and with a lump in my throat, I headed. Come on, sissy fag! I wanna sniff that faggot pussy hole,” Trent declared. The big-boned dude. Trent grabbed De’Shane’s arm and led him to the restroom.A few people gawked at them. But Trent did not care. Inside the family bathroom, Trent knelt down. He pulled down the punk’s pink jeggings. The sexy ass white dude sniffed De’Shane’s little sissy ass. He inhaled. He threw his cap on the floor. His bristly, curly sandy hair tickled De’Shane’s peach fuzz covered booty. “Yo’ faggot ass smells like.