When I went back to check my office, where I figured the most damage would have been done, I noticed that the window was open, which must have been the route of egress for the minuscule craft. My hard drive hadn’t been tampered with as far as I could tell, however someone or something had taken a look around. When I looked at the “Recent Items” menu I could see that someone had been going through my documents, apparently to see how much I knew. This was serious business, and it was then that I started to see that The Shadow really was on to something, and not just a drunken moron. Something serious, world-altering, was happening.

However, as I was making this discovery, I glanced up and saw that there was an observer on the scene, keeping track of your pal The Fat Kid.

Buteo jamaicensis keeping an ultra-sharp eye on the fat kid, and in cahoots with one of the more menacing Platanus occidentali that loom over the Chåteau.

I could tell that this feathered visitor wasn’t just scouting out the pigeons and starlings and other beautiful songbirds that shit on our roof because it was looking dead at me, and then when I looked at it, it quickly looked away, like when some chick catches you staring at her but doesn’t want to make eye contact with you.

Hopefully our friend, The Shadow Al.D, will help to determine whether the birds themselves are in it with the aliens and the government, or whether certain animals that seem like birds are in fact super-sophisticated robots. However, as we are totally different people, and definitely not the same guy, I can say how soon he will opine. Calling Mr. Shadow!