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The space ship landed one Thursday afternoon while all the citizens of the world known as Fordham University were recovering from last night parties and also doing some laundry. They noticed, a bit bemusedly, that a maroon colored vehicle was lowering itself onto the field and that, and this was the most odd part, it had a bumper sticker on it annoucing that rosaries didn't belong on ovaries. Some went to the windows to get a better look, other ventured outside to gape and point, and one brave soul wandered up to the smoking contraption and gave it an experimental kick.
The door flung open.
When the smoke cleared all stared upon the alien inside. The creature removed its head covering and ran a five digited hand through the growth of brown filaments that covered its scalp. "Well," it muttered to itself, "It's not that bad. If I had my druthers I'd be in London, but this'll do." It turned and addressed the amassing crowd of baffled and bedazzled plebeians, "Hello. I'm Jackie. Don't be afraid - I bring you terrible prose, worse poetry, and a myriad of Mary Sues."
The world rejoiced.
The door flung open.
When the smoke cleared all stared upon the alien inside. The creature removed its head covering and ran a five digited hand through the growth of brown filaments that covered its scalp. "Well," it muttered to itself, "It's not that bad. If I had my druthers I'd be in London, but this'll do." It turned and addressed the amassing crowd of baffled and bedazzled plebeians, "Hello. I'm Jackie. Don't be afraid - I bring you terrible prose, worse poetry, and a myriad of Mary Sues."
The world rejoiced.