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-ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 17:08-

EB: hey uh rose
EB: would you believe me
EB: if i said that there was a man
EB: in my room
EB: claiming to be the united states of america?
TT: No, probably not.
EB: ah. figured.

-ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 17:11-

John spun in his chair to face the back of the man sitting on his floor. The blond had appeared out of nowhere in John s backyard and had asked him where the nearest McDonald s was. John, being the nice kid he was, gave him directions and thought as the man ventured towards the fast food joint, that it would have been the last he saw of him. But not even an hour later, the man was back on John s doorstep, handing him a kids meal. Now he was sitting in John s room filing through his collection of action movies. There was a pile on either side of the man. John guessed that one side was movies he had seen and movies he had not seen. He noticed Con Air on the top of one of the piles and smiled to himself. Hopefully this guy had good movie taste.

"Man you really like Nic Cage, don t ya kid?" The blond laughed, pointing at the pile that Con Air sat atop at.

"Yeah. He's awesome. The best." He leans his hand against his chin and then tilts his head. "Don't you like him?"

The blond just shrugs and leans back on his hands. More of a Glen Campbell and Lee Reynolds kind of guy. John couldn t help but stick his tongue out at the man. It wasn t like he didn t like them, but he had a strong love for Nic Cage and wouldn t let it change for the world.

What he didn t expect was getting a pillow to the face. His face was blank as he stared at the pillow on the floor and the man laughing. This guy was sure strange. John thought. But he didn t seem all that bad. Smirking, John leans down, grabs the pillow and tosses it back at the man who fell back with an thud.

The two stare each other down in silence. A couple minutes went by the blond's eye twitches. He then made and face causing John to laugh. The two then both made faces at each other, laughing uncontrollably.

"You're not that bad for a kid." The blond said as he stands and cracks his back. "Name's Alfred by the way."

John smiles. "I'm John. John Egbert. So are we like, bros now?"

Alfred grins. "Yeah why the hell not!"

"By the way," John leans back and looks up at the man. "How did... you even get here?"

"Uh..." Alfred pauses and sticks his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "That's what I would like to know."