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A pause.The smile faded a little, then not-Tim placed both his hands on Ted's shoulders and looked him in theeyes."Ted... if anyone ever makes fun of your intelligence, don't listen to them, okay?"Ted blinked."Just because they don't see..."Not-Tim broke off as he noticed Alex staring at him. He returned the favour with added intensity."Who are you?" Alex asked softly.Not-Tim released the teen. "Just an alien," he said. "Don't worry; I come in peace."**Hamlet was delivering monologues inside the broom closet. Ears pressed against the doors, they couldjust make out the words:"But though the four walls of this closet of broomsDoth imprison my body, yet still it hathNo hold on my spirit, nor on my soul-""We should record this and sell it as the lost works of Shakespeare," Tommy said."Yeah," Jesse agreed."And waiteth here patiently for sweet release,When- MARRY, A COCKROACH! DIE, FOUL FIEND!"The teens heard the sounds of panicked stompings and a sickening squish."...I think we should leave out that bit," Jesse suggested."Yeah.""Stop poking me," said John Constantine."What planet are you from?" Ted asked.****Not-Tim looked discomfited by the question. "Um," he started, when he was saved by the loud crashthat was Matt overturning the table and shoving Tommy to the ground, where they broke out into avicious fist fight that Tommy was trying to escape from, screaming apologies whenever his mouth wasn'tbeing hit."YOU TWO BREAK THAT UP!" Conor shouted, hurtling over to the teens. Paul was already there andtrying unsuccessfully and painfully to separate the two, until Conor and Alex joined in and managed towrangle them safely apart and hold them there."HE POKED ME WITH A STICK!" Matt yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Tommy.Tommy spat out blood. "I said I'm sorry!""WHAT DID I DO TO YOU, HUH?"Tommy wiped blood off his mouth with the back of his hand and wondered if that was a trick question."Okay Tommy, no more poking people with sticks," Alex said. "Give me that stick."