The alien from planet Europa bought a pair of turquoise Paul Smith shoes that nicely complimented his green bulbous head. His last pair of shoes which, were a lurid shade of purple had done the opposite. They were too bright, eye catching, and had detracted from his good features instead of enhancing them.
As he wandered through the mall searching for a new outfit that would go with his shoes, and also compliment his new shoes, the mall sirens started blaring. Immediately, mass panic and chaos ensued, as shoppers poured out of the shops, and ran to the nearest exits. The alien, simply and calmly, glided into a restroom while screaming, and panicked shoppers ran past.
The restroom door hissed closed behind him, and he walked to the sink counter and placed his hands on the cool marbled stone. Leaning on the counter with the palms of his hands, he started at his reflection in the glass. "It was for the better...the alien government was all so corrupt, and there was no other choice," he thought. He turned on the faucet and splashed the frigid water on his face, and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket to dry his face with. He then produced a gun out of the inside of his right hand coat pocket, and loaded it. "I hope those wretched humans are doing everything according to plan," he thought. He approached the door and exhaled a huge breath and opened the door.
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