You get up and stand where you are as K walks over to you. "Who are you, exactly?" He asks as he stops about 3 feet away from you. You tell him your name and make up a backstory for yourself. "So, your parents were killed by renagade aliens when you were just 5? Thats too bad, but it does explain why you were so calm around that alien, most people would have paniced and gotten themselves killed." He reachs into his coat and grabs something. "Oh no!" You think to yourself. "He's going to wipe my mind!" But what K does pull out isn't a memory eraser, its an extra pair of M.I.B. sunglasses. "We are a little short-handed right now, and I think you have what it takes to be one of us, what do you say kid, will you join us?"
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