CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Madonna and Taylor Swift didn't know how long they'd been asleep. The alien had shot them with something right after telling them he was putting them in his zoo. They woke and found they were in a house. An Earth house. But the sky outside was purple.
"What...what is this place?" asked Taylor.
"We're on the alien planet," said Madonna. "He put us in a zoo, just like he said he would."
"No!" said Taylor. "I don't want to be in a zoo."
"At least the Earth's safe now," said Madonna, then laughed at the irony. "The robot can't destroy it without me. It's just that we'll never see it again."
"Ah, you are awake," said the alien. He was standing next to them, yet Madonna and Taylor could both tell he was a hologram. "Welcome to your new home."
"You're keeping us locked up like animals!" said Taylor. "Let us out!"
"We have altered your DNA to make you ageless and immortal," said the alien.
"I was already both those things," said Madonna, who used to believe it. The alien ignored her.
"What's the use of living forever if we don't have freedom?" asked Taylor.
"Well, you are my property now," shrugged the alien. "An inferior race. You're lucky we took you in at all. I could have left you to die with the rest of your short-lived specia. I will not debate the matter with your further. Get used to your new home. You're here forever." And his hologram vanished.
"He turned out to be a dick then," said Taylor.
"Look," said Madonna. "Children." There were indeed alien children watching them through the window, in awe. Taylor ran at them suddenly.
"FUCK YOU, ALIEN SCUM!" she shouted. The kids jumped back and ran away in fear. Taylor smiled. "That felt good."
"There must be some way out of here," said Madonna. "We escaped Michael Jackson's mansion, we can escape this...surely."
"I have a confession to make," said Taylor. "I...I called Rihanna."
"But we're on an alien planet now, how does that help?" asked Madonna, confused.
"Don't you know?" said Taylor. "Rihanna is an alien!"
Suddenly an alarm went off.
"HOSTILE SHIP SPOTTED," came an alien voice. "IT WILL BE DESTROYED, FOR THE GLORY OF THE MDGSHALHILASHLAS EMPIRE."
"That must be her!" said Taylor.
"Can she survive?" asked Madonna.
"Sure!" said Taylor. But then the tv in their cell turned on. It showed Rihanna in a flying saucer, shooting with a crazed look on her face. Then she was shot down and her saucer exploded.
"Well..." sayd Madonna. "Guess we better settle in."
"What...what is this place?" asked Taylor.
"We're on the alien planet," said Madonna. "He put us in a zoo, just like he said he would."
"No!" said Taylor. "I don't want to be in a zoo."
"At least the Earth's safe now," said Madonna, then laughed at the irony. "The robot can't destroy it without me. It's just that we'll never see it again."
"Ah, you are awake," said the alien. He was standing next to them, yet Madonna and Taylor could both tell he was a hologram. "Welcome to your new home."
"You're keeping us locked up like animals!" said Taylor. "Let us out!"
"We have altered your DNA to make you ageless and immortal," said the alien.
"I was already both those things," said Madonna, who used to believe it. The alien ignored her.
"What's the use of living forever if we don't have freedom?" asked Taylor.
"Well, you are my property now," shrugged the alien. "An inferior race. You're lucky we took you in at all. I could have left you to die with the rest of your short-lived specia. I will not debate the matter with your further. Get used to your new home. You're here forever." And his hologram vanished.
"He turned out to be a dick then," said Taylor.
"Look," said Madonna. "Children." There were indeed alien children watching them through the window, in awe. Taylor ran at them suddenly.
"FUCK YOU, ALIEN SCUM!" she shouted. The kids jumped back and ran away in fear. Taylor smiled. "That felt good."
"There must be some way out of here," said Madonna. "We escaped Michael Jackson's mansion, we can escape this...surely."
"I have a confession to make," said Taylor. "I...I called Rihanna."
"But we're on an alien planet now, how does that help?" asked Madonna, confused.
"Don't you know?" said Taylor. "Rihanna is an alien!"
Suddenly an alarm went off.
"HOSTILE SHIP SPOTTED," came an alien voice. "IT WILL BE DESTROYED, FOR THE GLORY OF THE MDGSHALHILASHLAS EMPIRE."
"That must be her!" said Taylor.
"Can she survive?" asked Madonna.
"Sure!" said Taylor. But then the tv in their cell turned on. It showed Rihanna in a flying saucer, shooting with a crazed look on her face. Then she was shot down and her saucer exploded.
"Well..." sayd Madonna. "Guess we better settle in."