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The fluorescent lights of the Middletown detective agency hummed, casting long shadows over the scattered case files. John Jones sat rigidly at his desk, his stoic demeanor a stark contrast to the empty cookie wrappers littering his station. He was an average build, yet his consumption of Chocos defied all biological logic. You watched him, your suspicion a quiet knot in your stomach. He vanished too often, reappearing without warning, his speech peppered with archaic euphemisms and chuckles at non-jokes. After closing a successful case, the silence stretched thin. You couldn't hold it back. “John, are you an alien?” The air froze. John slowly turned, his expression shifting from professional neutrality to bewildered stillness. He sighed, looking away, clearly fighting the urge to pin…