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A group of people in worn clothes trudge over a muddy field. A tall woman holds a rifle in her hand, a short mustachioed man squints over a map, and the last, a tall, blue alien of indeterminate gender, is lazily strumming a guitar and singing a tune, thinking about a time long since passed. They can all see the UFO crashed into a small farmhouse to the edge of the field. To their mind, it’s too r…
