“How much?” Mikey asks.
“Five hundred yen,” Deke admits. “And can you keep your voice down? The guy made me promise not to tell anyone.”
“That’s, what, five dollars?” Mikey asks.
“Yeah, man,” Spencer replies. “Five bucks for a real live alien.”
More laughter.
“Don’t worry, no one here speaks English except us,” Spencer reassures. “Let’s see it.”
Deke unclips and slides off the plastic carrying band. The glossy Hello Kitty face is staring up at them, throwing a peace sign and winking an eye. Happy Lunch Ready Smile, reads the script.
Deke takes a long swig of beer. He rests his giant palm on the lid. “Ready?”
“Just get it over with,” Spencer says.
With one hand Deke lifts off the lid and sets it aside.
There is a brief moment of utter silence as all four men lean forward and crane
