MA’AM?
HE...
IT...
I SAW.
CAN I
HAVE MY
PURSE BACK
NOW?
THAT’S IT! I’LL SHOOT ITS WINGS OFF NEXT TIME, ISWEAR!
I WAS FOUR YEARS,
TWO MONTHS, AND FIVE
DAYS FROM MY PENSION WHEN
I MET MY FIRST ALIEN. REMEMBER,
BOBBI, WHEN THE MUNCHKINS LANDED
AND THEY ANNOUNCED HOW THEY’D
BEEN WATCHING US FOR NEARLY SIXTY
YEARS, WAITING? AND THE DELAYS
TRYING TO OPEN A STARPORT HERE?
WHAT WAS IT, FIVE YEARS OF
ANTICIPATION BEFORE THEY EVEN
SET FOOT ON AMERICAN SOIL?
ENDLESS CONGRESSIONAL MEETINGS,
TREATIES, AND RED TAPE OUT
THE ASS. THE TUNNEL COLLAPSE,
THE RIOTS IN NEW YORK.
ENDLESS.
POINT IS, THEY
TOOK SIX DECADES
TO COME KNOCKING ON
OUR DOOR, AND ONE MORE
BEFORE KNOCKING ON MINE,
SO DON’T YOU THINK THEY COULD
HAVE WAITED A BIT LONGER? MAYBE
LET ME GET ON WITH MY DAMNED
RETIREMENT BEFORE I BECAME
BEHOLDEN TO SOME PINK
FROG-FACED ASSHAT WHO
INSISTS ON BEING
ADDRESSED AS
"TOPMAN"?
AND WHY HERE,
KELLEHER? WHY ME?
WHY MY CITY?
DON’T WORRY,
CAPTAIN, YOU STILL
GET TO RETIRE. THE
TOPMAN HAS SENT A
SKIMMER. IT SHOULD
BE OUTSIDE RIGHT
NOW.