MA-2 (Chris Orton):

(Modestly smiles)

Thank you very much.

Pamela clips her elbow, clenched fist and gritting her teeth.

PAMELA:

Uuuugh! You really are a cute idiot!

MA-2 (Chris Orton):

(Offering a handshake)

Sorry. I’m Chris and these are Scot and Sean . . . we didn’t mean to hurt you.

Obviously attracted to Chris. . .

PAMELA:

For what you did, I will forget it only if you take me out to lunch.

Uneasiness befalls the three.

SA-1 (Scot Nash):

Uh, er. . . you see we’re on a diet and we have to pass off for lunch. Is there some other way we could be condoned?

MA-1 (Sean Rock):

Yeah, that’s true we have to be in shape for the games we’re gonna watch tomorrow.

PAMELA:

Idiots! You have to be in shape when you play, not when you just have to watch! In that case then, you have to take my friend and I to that game tomorrow!

Takes out paper and pen, writes down her name, phone number and address then tucks it in the denims pocket of Chris. Then off she goes the other way.

(And continues)

See you tomorrowwww . . .

The three aliens look at each other again; their arms open waist high, palms up.

SA-1 (Scot Nash):

I guess this is one among many more that we have to experience here on earth. Relationship.

INT. – SHARED APARTMENT OF PAMELA – LATER THAT EVENING

In a small two-bedroom apartment that Pamela shares with a tall voluptuous Asian American, TISHA HOLMES (Tia Carrere type). Her innocent-looking pretty face and long hair goes well with her light brown skin, showing from a skimpy pair of shorts and mid-rib uppers.

Both of them seated, knees up, on large throw-pillows . . .

TISHA:

Did everything go alright for you today, Pam?

PAMELA:

(Staring blankly)

You know, an idiot but cute looking guy bumped into me this morning?

TISHA:

(Frowning)

How is that again?

PAMELA:

He’s cute with brown hair but is quite crude, not knowing how to help me up!

TISHA:

(Somewhat pouting)

Maybe he’s not in the likes of Romeo . . . Attila the Hun maybe?

Pamela tries to pick up a pillow beside her, loses grip and throws an empty hand at Tisha . . .

PAMELA:

(Acting as if about to cry)

Why can’t I be enough to meet the right guy? It’s always the wrong guys.

TISHA:

Heyyyyy… how could he be the wrong guy when you only talked to him briefly?