Apparently fearful of the awesome reputation of Minnesotans for unpredictable and wanton violence perpetrated on anything they find in a cornfield, The Resident wisely took precautions to protect himself while campaigning there.
The less contact with actual humans, the better the chances no one will discover that he’s actually a robot from the star system ANDROMACHUS sent here in advance of the invasion which will turn us all into Pat Robertson clones when they turn their Fruit Loop Ray (pat pending) on the earth.
Either that or he just doesn’t like us very much.
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(Via Philocrates)
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