“We looked into that, Charlie,” Sheriff Ford said from his seat behind the podium. “It was raccoons.”

“Raccoons from outer space!” insisted Weston, reluctant to yield the floor, his rage unsated, and also afraid to sit down in those pants.

From Go, Mutants, p. 301

"The Monsters are Due on Maple Street"
March 4, 1960

“Aliens,” Charlie Weston crabbed, thumb tugging his waistband, seeking relief from his obesity,“have been into my garbage almost every night for the past two years. And the sheriff refuses to do anything about it!” Mayor Sam Wood, sweating uncommonly, was happy to delegate.

"To Serve Man"
March 2, 1962

"Eye of the Beholder"
November 11, 1960

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