102. The world is revolving around me!

I know it sounds crazy, but there are seriously aliens that have come to Earth to talk to me. I mean, I know I’m talented and good natured and everything, but there are plenty much more dashing and selfless people out there than me. Take my friend Burbank, for example. But no, they want to talk to Milo Tomb, and I don’t know the first thing about contacting them. Thank God Burbank’s with me to sort it all out.

So there we were walking down the road in Barcelona, and Lenore was with us, and she wants to go into this little pawn shop, right? So I’m all like “I don’t wanna go in the pawn shop—I might get herpes,” but Burbank convinced me to stop being a baby and I followed them inside this shower-stall-sized ‘store.’

There’s this man in a tan coat and lots of jewelry standing behind the counter. Burbank remembers what the person at the panel had asked about meeting a “rich coated tan man,” so Burbank starts asking him a lot of cryptic questions like “Have you been waiting for us?” and “Do you have anything we might like?” and “This here is my mate Milo, you know him?” All right, so not all that cryptic, but it got the job done. Lenore said she thought for a moment that Burbank was trying to score drugs off the man, but Lenore doesn’t seem to know that Burbank’s body is a temple that he will put no toxins into.

Eventually the man, who looked a little scared—definitely hired by the aliens and not an alien himself—handed over a little stick of metal. Burbank retracted it and pulled it to its full length again. An antenna. The next piece of the communicator.