“Making comics is our job. It’s what we do.”
Coy founded Alien Resort after crash-landing his spaceship on a Pacific island many years ago.
“We like to work,” he says, as he leads a group of Earthlings on a tour of the resort. “Just like Plucky over there.”
Plucky, engrossed in a stack of papers, barely looks up.
“Plucky and I play the set-up characters; the other two are the comedians. Right now, Plucky’s studying her lines.”
“Who writes the lines?” a tourist asks.
“His name is David Davis. He writes comics for us and then he helps us get them published in Earth newspapers.”
“I’ve seen your comics,” another tourist says. “They’re in our local paper. We thought they were a little unusual at first but now they’re like part of our family.”
“I’ve seen your comics at alienresort.net,” somebody says from the back.
“When you visit our website,” Coy answers, “you will land on our developing story page, where you can see regular blog post updates, narrated by me, about the efforts by The Beacons of Night to stop us from making comics; they say we’re stealing jobs from Earthlings.
“Also be sure to visit the Alien Resort Museum page, which has clippings of our comics from Earth newspapers.”
“Are you going to take us to your leader?” one of the tourists asks.
“Ignore him,” the others groan in unison.
stranded on a Pacific island that is owned by a nice king
The Beacons of Night–Earthlings Unite
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