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"The aliens even tasted like gingerbread men. Leona had no idea what had possessed her to put the little guy in her mouth; but now that she had, she thought this must be some kind of a joke. She gently, almost cautiously, picked up another one as it pointed its tiny raygun at her face --its round, crispy head held daintily between red lacquered thumb and forefinger. Leona peered at it as it squirmed in her grip, dropping tiny crumbs in her lap. She squinted at the tiny spaceman through her bifocals, cocked her head and popped him into her mouth. Before she had even swallowed, she was up out of her chair, dusting her hands off on her round behind and scouring the corners of the room for another one."