I turned around and found myself staring face to chest with an eight foot, green, slightly transparent, slug-like creature wearing a cowboy hat.
“Oh hello there,” it said to me in a perfect North American accent. “I was wondering if you could help us.”
I stared up at the creature with my mouth agape. Finally I managed to get out an, “Ok.”
“Well, you see we've been receiving transmissions from your planet for decades now. We do quite like your TV and movies, but we had a query about one particular one. In The Terminator series, why don't the terminators travel further back in time to before humans had any real weapons and simply kill John Connor's great, great, great grandfather. Don't you think it would be much simpler?”
“I, ah, I hadn't thought of that,” I mumbled. “But it wouldn't be as good a movie, would it?”
“Ah, so Greg was right. Well, thanks for you help.”
I closed my eyes and when I re-opened them, the creature was gone, as was the bogus beggar.
I knew this couldn't be a good sign. Things were already in motion. I needed to get to The Man. And fast.
