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Taken by an Alien to Grubbly Bubbly

I did not ask to be taken to his leader for I was in my nightie. But the alien zapped me with a spray and I was there, all righty I was trembling as I faced the machine they called grubbly bubbly “What ideas are you here to steal?” He asked. His mouth was wubbly. I began to tremble and wobble, and the alien zapped me with vim. “He asked you a question,” he hissed. “I suggest you answer him.” I was terrified now, and I tried to speak, but I was too scared to talk. I don’t think she’ll be any trouble, the machine said. So take a walk. I woke up in my back meadow, hoping the whole thing was a dream. But every time I closed my eyes that night, I saw that intimidating machine. A grubbly bubbly is terrifying I told myself, I am glad we got away. A bunch of giggling beside me showed the alien was continuing to play.

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