At last, I hear back from Martin. Not quite sure what he means as his grasp of English is so terrible.
Dear Grey being
I
am sorry for the delay, i went for an inspection with some company.I
have not been to my office since yesterday. I will visit their office
tomorrow,one thing i must bring to your notice is if you cannot send
your personal cell to me as your agent,that means that i will still
some filling about the issue.
Send
me your personal number to enable me call you during the meeting to
but few wrongs in other.
Regards,
Martin
I have begun to get bored now with Martin. I think he has sussed me so I decide to just try and wind him up by being rather silly. It's time for the invasion I think! I send him the lyrics to The Carpenters song!
In your mind you have capacities you know
To telepath
messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and
concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the
recitation we’re about to sing
Calling occupants of
interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary most
extraordinary craft
You’ve been observing our
earth
And we’d like to make a contact with you
We are
your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary
craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary
ultra-emissaries
We’ve been observing your
earth
And one night we’ll make a contact with you
We
are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary
quite extraordinary craft
And please come on peace, we beseech
you
Only a landing will teach them
Our earth may never
survive
So do come, we beg you
Please interstellar
policeman
Oh, won’t you give us a sign
Give us a sign
that we’ve reached you
With your mind you have
ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the
norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together
that’s the way
To send the message
We declare world
contact day
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