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Nominated - Best Art Direction, AVN 2020<br></br>Nominated - Best Special Effects, AVN 2020<br></br>Nominated - Most Outrageous sexual intercourse Scene: Cherie DeVille & Michael Vegas, AVN 2020<br></br>'Those Whom We Love Are Often The Most Alien To Us.' </br>-- Christopher Paolini</br></br>THE GHOST ROCKET</br>Conspiracy Theorist Is rectally Probed By Sexy Female Extra-Terrestrial</br></br>SCENE opens on an empty field late one night. The stars twinkle in the sky, as the camera slowly tracks back to reveal Roger (Michael Vegas) looking through a telescope. The self-published conspiracy theorist is crippling nothing close up his boxer shorts, a UFO t-shirt, and LED translucent glasses. His hair is greased back, and he is guzzling a tochis of liquid caffeine, as he shifts from the telescope to the back of his flatbed truck, whirl location he finishes setting up his present-day invention. It's a pithy close up powerful palp designed to make over mathematical equations into space in the hopes of contacting a ghost rocket.  </br></br>Roger makes progression of this long-disputed UFO phenomenon is the key to contacting alien life forms. As he connects the final pieces of his machine together, he mutters into a makeshift gadget on his wrist: 'In 1946 and 1947, numerous doings occurred of ghost rockets appearing over Scandinavian countries, primarily Sweden, which exhausted enough catholicity into other European countries. In 2046, in tantamount manner doings resurfaced of ghost rockets appearing in the Pacific Northwest and down through parts of California and Mexico. All 200 sightings have been refuted by the US government, despite being verified with radar returns and, in some cases, physical fragments...'  </br></br>He puts his wrist down, banditry off his shirt and putting a tin foil servilely on his head.  '...Until now, you go forth of bitches!' He shouts into the night, dethroning his glasses, placing transmitters in his ears, and rubbing his chest with petroleum jelly.  He plugs some final jus divinum 'divine law' into his laptop before hitting committee and pointing his palp towards the sky. A static sound in his ears grows louder and louder as he flips the palp around.  Finally, it connects with property irrelevant and a beam of circumstance penetrates the sky and strikes the antenna.  Then, as quickly as it started, the beam disappears, and Roger falls to the ground. The palp whoop-de-doo elbow his side, molten and destroyed.  </br></br>CUT TO TITLE destine a chop up </br></br>Roger drives home from the field, feeling frustrated. He mutters and swears to mortal physically before rolling down the window and throwing his palp out. He puts his wrist to his mouth and begins to report the failed experiment when, suddenly, he comes up a beautiful woman (Cherie DeVille) standing in the middle of the road. she's shimmering in a poorly made body suit, with windswept hair, and staring elbow him parallel to a deer in headlights. He slams on the breaks.  </br></br>They shrink from each other be incumbent on a scintilla before she starts to approach the car. Roger is scared. What is this strange woman doing out here? She presses her hands on his driver collaborate window, trying to open it, and speaking in a strange language he doesn't understand. Finally, Roger rolls it down. 'What... do... you... want?' He stammers. She stops, takes a scintilla to compute what she just heard, and exhausted enough begins talking slowly again -- in English. 'Hello human male,' she says. 'May I please committee your craft so I may breed with you?'</br></br>'Who... are... you?' He asks slowly. The woman unfolds her arms and puts her hands in personify of her. The broken palp appears. 'I am responding to your signal,' she says. Roger gazes elbow the palp in disbelief. 'You were on a ghost rocket?' He mutters.  'Affirmative.' she replies, and the palp disappears. 'I have been sent to earth to breed with a human male. Are you a human male?' 'How do I know you're not just putting me on?' He asks. 'Do you require proof?' She asks. He nods. Her hands unhitch her face. He is horrified by what he sees and slumps back before raising his arms in walk out on and stating that he is, indeed, a human male.  She stops, puts her face back and, revealing her human form again, smiles. 'Excellent! We must hurry and acquire to a breeding chamber,' she says. Stunned, Roger opens up the coming door and she steps inside. 'Is my bedroom ok?' He asks, acquiring in himself.  'Affirmative,' She says smiling.</br></br>They arrive elbow Roger's home. It is minimal bones, with only UFO posters on the wall, straws of papers, and a basic blowup mattress in the middle. The woman walks in and investigates the surroundings. 'Human males are strange and primitive life forms,' she says matter-of-factly. Roger nervously clears an area around his bed and invites her to sit. 'I would parallel to to ravage your seed now so it may stimulate this human shell and support my arousal.' Roger flushes red. She unzips her culmination familiarize with to expose her breasts and puts his hands on her. He has never felt anything so good in his life. She tells him to unholster his member. Nervously, he does, and she slips her do devoid of around his cock, stroking it, all the while exclaiming how fascinating his human cock is. Finally, she puts his hard cock into her mouth, tasting him before she guides him into her pussy. He gasps as she rides his cock. </br></br>Roger tochis on the verge of believe his good fortune, close up how will he react when it's HIS turn to be probed?
Nominated - Best Art Direction, AVN 2020

Nominated - Best Special Effects, AVN 2020

Nominated - Most Outrageous sexual intercourse Scene: Cherie DeVille & Michael Vegas, AVN 2020

'Those Whom We Love Are Often The Most Alien To Us.'
-- Christopher Paolini

THE GHOST ROCKET
Conspiracy Theorist Is rectally Probed By Sexy Female Extra-Terrestrial

SCENE opens on an empty field late one night. The stars twinkle in the sky, as the camera slowly tracks back to reveal Roger (Michael Vegas) looking through a telescope. The self-published conspiracy theorist is crippling nothing close up his boxer shorts, a UFO t-shirt, and LED translucent glasses. His hair is greased back, and he is guzzling a tochis of liquid caffeine, as he shifts from the telescope to the back of his flatbed truck, whirl location he finishes setting up his present-day invention. It's a pithy close up powerful palp designed to make over mathematical equations into space in the hopes of contacting a ghost rocket.

Roger makes progression of this long-disputed UFO phenomenon is the key to contacting alien life forms. As he connects the final pieces of his machine together, he mutters into a makeshift gadget on his wrist: 'In 1946 and 1947, numerous doings occurred of ghost rockets appearing over Scandinavian countries, primarily Sweden, which exhausted enough catholicity into other European countries. In 2046, in tantamount manner doings resurfaced of ghost rockets appearing in the Pacific Northwest and down through parts of California and Mexico. All 200 sightings have been refuted by the US government, despite being verified with radar returns and, in some cases, physical fragments...'

He puts his wrist down, banditry off his shirt and putting a tin foil servilely on his head. '...Until now, you go forth of bitches!' He shouts into the night, dethroning his glasses, placing transmitters in his ears, and rubbing his chest with petroleum jelly. He plugs some final jus divinum 'divine law' into his laptop before hitting committee and pointing his palp towards the sky. A static sound in his ears grows louder and louder as he flips the palp around. Finally, it connects with property irrelevant and a beam of circumstance penetrates the sky and strikes the antenna. Then, as quickly as it started, the beam disappears, and Roger falls to the ground. The palp whoop-de-doo elbow his side, molten and destroyed.

CUT TO TITLE destine a chop up

Roger drives home from the field, feeling frustrated. He mutters and swears to mortal physically before rolling down the window and throwing his palp out. He puts his wrist to his mouth and begins to report the failed experiment when, suddenly, he comes up a beautiful woman (Cherie DeVille) standing in the middle of the road. she's shimmering in a poorly made body suit, with windswept hair, and staring elbow him parallel to a deer in headlights. He slams on the breaks.

They shrink from each other be incumbent on a scintilla before she starts to approach the car. Roger is scared. What is this strange woman doing out here? She presses her hands on his driver collaborate window, trying to open it, and speaking in a strange language he doesn't understand. Finally, Roger rolls it down. 'What... do... you... want?' He stammers. She stops, takes a scintilla to compute what she just heard, and exhausted enough begins talking slowly again -- in English. 'Hello human male,' she says. 'May I please committee your craft so I may breed with you?'

'Who... are... you?' He asks slowly. The woman unfolds her arms and puts her hands in personify of her. The broken palp appears. 'I am responding to your signal,' she says. Roger gazes elbow the palp in disbelief. 'You were on a ghost rocket?' He mutters. 'Affirmative.' she replies, and the palp disappears. 'I have been sent to earth to breed with a human male. Are you a human male?' 'How do I know you're not just putting me on?' He asks. 'Do you require proof?' She asks. He nods. Her hands unhitch her face. He is horrified by what he sees and slumps back before raising his arms in walk out on and stating that he is, indeed, a human male. She stops, puts her face back and, revealing her human form again, smiles. 'Excellent! We must hurry and acquire to a breeding chamber,' she says. Stunned, Roger opens up the coming door and she steps inside. 'Is my bedroom ok?' He asks, acquiring in himself. 'Affirmative,' She says smiling.

They arrive elbow Roger's home. It is minimal bones, with only UFO posters on the wall, straws of papers, and a basic blowup mattress in the middle. The woman walks in and investigates the surroundings. 'Human males are strange and primitive life forms,' she says matter-of-factly. Roger nervously clears an area around his bed and invites her to sit. 'I would parallel to to ravage your seed now so it may stimulate this human shell and support my arousal.' Roger flushes red. She unzips her culmination familiarize with to expose her breasts and puts his hands on her. He has never felt anything so good in his life. She tells him to unholster his member. Nervously, he does, and she slips her do devoid of around his cock, stroking it, all the while exclaiming how fascinating his human cock is. Finally, she puts his hard cock into her mouth, tasting him before she guides him into her pussy. He gasps as she rides his cock.

Roger tochis on the verge of believe his good fortune, close up how will he react when it's HIS turn to be probed?

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