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"
Mr
.
Parkhill
,
I
’
ve
come
back
to
speak
to
you
again
,
"
the
voice
said
from
behind
the
mask
.
"
I
thought
I
told
you
I
don
’
t
want
you
near
here
!
"
cried
Sam
.
"
Go
on
,
I
’
ll
give
you
the
Disease
!
"
"
I
’
ve
already
had
the
Disease
,
"
said
the
voice
.
"
I
was
one
of
the
few
survivors
.
I
was
sick
a
long
time
.
"
"
Go
on
and
hide
in
the
hills
,
that
’
s
where
you
belong
,
that
’
s
where
you
’
ve
been
.
Why
you
come
on
down
and
bother
me
?
Now
,
all
of
a
sudden
.
Twice
in
one
day
.
"
"
We
mean
you
no
harm
.
"
"
But
I
mean
you
harm
!
"
said
Sam
,
backing
up
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
strangers
.
I
don
’
t
like
Martians
.
I
never
seen
one
before
.
It
ain
’
t
natural
.
All
these
years
you
guys
hide
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
you
pick
on
me
.
Leave
me
alone
.
"
"
We
come
for
an
important
reason
,
"
said
the
blue
mask
.
"
If
it
’
s
about
this
land
,
it
’
s
mine
.
I
built
this
hot
-
dog
stand
with
my
own
hands
.
"
"
In
a
way
it
is
about
the
land
.
"
"
Look
here
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
I
’
m
from
New
York
City
.
Where
I
come
from
there
’
s
ten
million
others
just
like
me
.
You
Martians
are
a
couple
dozen
left
,
got
no
cities
,
you
wander
around
in
the
hills
,
no
leaders
,
no
laws
,
and
now
you
come
tell
me
about
this
land
.
Well
,
the
old
got
to
give
way
to
the
new
.
That
’
s
the
law
of
give
and
take
.
I
got
a
gun
here
.
After
you
left
this
morning
I
got
it
out
and
loaded
it
.
"
