“Alpha Echo Seven, this is Big Mountain. Report.”
“Roger, Big Mountain. I’m at 12,000 feet flying north-northwest, speed 350 knots, in pursuit of target. Visual range in seven seconds.”
“Be prepared for hostile force, Alpha Echo Seven, but weapons hold.”
“I have visual contact with the craft … it’s saucer-shaped, with multiple windows.”
“Can you see the pilot?”
“Negative … no, wait! I see someone. A short humanoid, large head, big eyes, no hair. He’s standing up … now he’s bending over …”
“Is he threatening you, Alpha Echo Seven?”
“He’s … mooning me, Big Mountain.”
“Say again, Alpha Echo Seven.”
“Dude’s mooning me, sir. Full moon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Two cheeks, plain as day, Big Mountain.”
“Weapons free, Alpha Echo Seven. I don’t care what engagement protocol says—that’s just out of line!”
Conspiracy Card #59 is a hoot! Thanks for a laugh on a warm but still cold Sunday in March. Keep up the tongue-in-cheek humor it givesmore life to the images.