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Saturday mornings were generally quiet affairs for Stark. Of course, most days were. Generally he liked it that way. He hadn't realized last night was Prom yet, and even if he had he probably wouldn't have made the connection between that event and the arrival of unexpected children. After all, he hadn't had any children show up on the island before. The only time that had ever happened had been on that trip to Disneyland.

So it was an entirely unsuspecting alien who was sitting on the floor watching television (the Food Network, naturally) on Saturday morning and wondering whether he should venture out for food or not. The question was about to be answered for him.

[For kidlets, but open should anyone want to stop by or call or whatever.]

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