The usual. A little anal probing, some drilling into your skull, needles in the eyeballs, skin peels. Good ol' abduction shit. Say, if you've got $50 I'll introduce you to Elvis.
The King? Surely you must be joking.
I shit you not. And don't call me Shirley. We've got all sorts of famous people up here that you boneheads on Earth think are dead. They're suspended in tanks of warm goo.
What kind of diabolical plan to intend to use those poor people for? Enslavement of the human race? World domination?
Aw, hell no. We're gonna wait a little longer and sell them all on Ebay then spend the money on hookers. If they'll pay $300K for his golf clubs think how much JFK himself is worth.
