Alpha Centauri

I want to meet the greys, on all those rainy days. I bet they aren’t so bad. We’ll barbeque in the back and we’ll tell stories of far off galaxies and black holes and planetary siege and I won’t care when my pen-pals don’t believe me. They never reply anyway. Maybe my new friends will invite me round to stay in their milkyway real estate. Just waiting for that rainy day.