Its a spaceship, isnt it, Dad? Homer didnt answer. He looked at his son and they both ran to the protruding portion.
Up close, the part they stood against towered at least two or three stories above their heads, though they could not be sure of its real height due to its main body buried underground. The outside surface was smooth and liquid looking, shimmering like thousands of stars. Homer cautiously touched itit was smooth and cool, almost felt like a liquid.
How the hell do we open it? ventured Homer, after examining it for a doorway of some description.
Wait, Denver said, holding his hand up. Okay, got it.
Got what? asked his confused father.
The voice in my head, it is telling me what to do. Dont be afraid. They are friendly, and they know all about us.