Invasion

My God.

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Oh, come on, now. Ain't all bad, hon.

Think about all the time you'll get to spend with me.

It ain't the end, darling.

Be careful out there today. If you die, I'll kill your ass.

I get more money from your retirement than survival benefits.

And what are we talking about here, really?

God is good.

His righteous plan is to provide you hope to light your way forward.

I share with you today from Romans.

This is a good one, 'cause we're talking here about your future.

Look at that.

- I ain't even cold yet. - You gotta sign these.

Sheriff Tyson's last day.

Hmm.

They trying to make you disappear already.

Shit.

Well, Ben Shelton called. His phone was cutting in and out,

but he said something about his mama's truck being stolen.

Well, all right.

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They some goddamn meth heads, I tell ya. They stole Mama's car.

Who?

My inbred nephews, that's who.

Cal and Chet?

How you so sure it was them?

I deduced it after they done it three times before.

All right. Grady, tell Tammy to put a BOLO alert out on the truck,

and tell Suthers to pick up them boys, bring 'em in.

You ain't gonna just find 'em. They ain't at their trailer.

I ring the A&P, Trevor said they ain't show up for work.

I call Chet's PO, Chet missed his weekly piss test this morning.

Boys ain't nowhere to next Tuesday.

I bet my life it's got something to do

with Fulton's dipshit son they're mixed up with.

Well...

I'm sure they'll turn up sooner or later.

Ten years ago you'd have had every deputy on a thing like this.

A stolen truck.

Now, all of a sudden, it's just a drop in the bucket.

Ain't right, Jim Bell.

Desperation's done something to this town.

What is it, Sheriff?

Sheriff?

That thing ain't sturdy, Jim Bell.

How did you get so big?

I think it's a combination of food and sleep.

So can I go back to sleep?

Yes. Yes. Sure.

After you get dressed, have breakfast, go to school...

Come back home, do your chores, do your homework

and give your mother a kiss good night.

- No, no! - You can't hide from the tickle monster.

- No! - You can't hide.

- You can't... -

Good morning, my love.

You know who else is still sleeping?

Come on.

- -

- Wake up, monster. -

You know what the monster does when he's disturbed from his slumber?

- What? - Uh-oh.

- He breathes... - Uh-oh.

- Fire with his morning breath! -

- I got you. -

- No! No. - What do you think? Shall I eat them?

- Definitely. - No!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Come here, then. Come here. - Oh, no!

- You will also be kissed and eaten by me! - No!

- I'll eat you! I'll eat you! - No! No! No!

I'm going to miss the sunrise.

I know you hate doing this.

So, I love you.

Are you nervous?

Nervous?

What do you think you'll miss the most?

The weight of things.

We couldn't be more honored and humbled to be venturing

to the International Space Station for the next year.

This will be one of the longest recorded stays on the ISS.

And, as such, one of the tenets of our mission

is to study the effects of long-term space travel

on the human body,

essential intelligence we need in order

to plan longer missions to Mars and deep space.

Why would Murai- san date Meguru Seki?

She could have any guy in the world.

Even you.

I mean, he's not even a good actor.

Did you see Emperor Hit Man 3 ?

It was awful.

Maybe the sex is good.

Well... it can't be that good.

She's going 400 kilometers away from Earth.

Hey, what are you doing?

You put the black stone here, the computer will go over here, so you go there.

Then the computer will try here.

Black stone goes here.

And a win!

You're an asshole.

Yamato- san, we need you.

I'm almost done.

We need you now.

I'll stay here then.

It seems that one of the backup comms is non responsive.

Captain Murai.

This is Mitsuki Yamato, Communications.

Have we met somewhere?

No.

Are you sure?

You look familiar.

Yamato- san will run a quick diagnostic.

In the unlikely event that comms are ever down,

I will set up a viral downshift.

It will transmit a message to the ISS.

That will get you back up and running in no time.

It always takes a woman to get the job done.

Okay, running the test.

Look at the monitor, please.

Can you see me?

I see you.

How's the picture?

Perfect.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

And now?

Yes.

And at this frequency,

can you make out what I'm saying?

I'll miss...

"I'll miss... the sunrise."

All good?

Yes, fine.

The hell happened here? Little meth lab explosion?

What, you think they had a meth lab in the center of a corn field?

I once saw a meth lab in the middle of a Chuck E. Cheese's.

Nothing surprises me no more.

I don't think so.

This looks...

This looks by design.

Well, look at that.

Tire treads seem fresh enough.

Still got a little cool left. Half-day old, I reckon.

They got high, wrecked Mama's truck. Tried to, what?

Bury the evidence, ran off? Knew their mama would beat their ass?

And just left this here?

- No. -

Sheriff?

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Come on, now.

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Mommy!

- - Sweetie.

Sweetheart. Sweetie. It's okay. It's okay. It's all right. Mommy's here.

- Mom! - Luke! Luke!

Look at me.

- What happened? - We don't know yet.

There was kids who just... They got some bloody noses.

And he was the only one it didn't happen to.

It could be asbestos or lead. The CDC's on their way.

In the meantime, everyone is being advised to evacuate the school immediately.

Okay, just follow me. Just follow me. Mommy's here.

Just follow me. It's all right, sweetie. It's all right.

- - Come.

The fuck is this?

Where's Daniel?

Sheriff Alzheimer's. Deputy Coon.

The fuck you retards doing here?

You miss us, boy?