Ah a smuggling, a smuggling! What joy that brings to my withered heart? Oh a whole lot that it grows it three times big as the Grinch on the dying Eve of Whoville Xmas celebrations! I smell the golden light that simmers amongst them despite it a mere stream of photons, but let's skip my mental follies for the real deal!~
La filosofía: As a few have noted already, I care to dare echo! I love the trading aspect of this story, especially with the "X-Files" and "Men-in-Black" æsthetics raving on here. I want to believe screams out from the in debted man while Shannon the usual "non-believer" in our scenario - despite "seeing the proof" for herself! Ho! Uee hee hee hee! A chaos, a chaos! Truly with how that baby alien just snickers and jeers at the end with how they got away with it again and no one none the wiser!~
La forma: Well I suggest just looking at @gaby-crb's comment and just re-reading my la filosofía again - since filosofía is blending hard with the form today. Truly, the usage of conceals and uncertainty to jester the reader forward made my jester heart expand now to the square power of what it was before!~ So sing it with me, La CIA got nothing on this clown baby walking amongst our midst in plain sight!
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Ha ha. You got that right.