John's Escape

"Y-You!!! Who the hell are you?!! Why do you look like me?!!" I said, totally shocked.

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John wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned secretly as he leaned back in his chair. The heavy tension in the room was almost suffocating, but he played along, keeping his expression relaxed.

Nebulon watched John with a smirk, fingers drumming against the table, clearly enjoying every second of this moment. The alien soldiers stood at attention behind him, motionless and silent, like statues waiting for orders.

"Ahhh, that was amazing!" John said, stretching his arms as if he was completely at ease. "This might be one of the best meals I've ever had in a long time!"

"Haha! I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Nebulon grinned, raising his glass to drink his red wine. "Consider this a parting gift before you return to your world."

"Thank you, your majesty," John said, his tone respectful as he bowed his head slightly.