#9 in the Army of Little Green Men Collection by StepBastard shows that just like us, Zeta Reticulans suffer from a little bit of hero worship… and when that solo is blaring their hero plays guitar.
Rocking out and playing to a concert to his bathroom mirror as he gets ready to invade Earth this guy just wants his adoring fans to know he is pouring it all out on the stage for you.
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Here is the story I made that stupid computer write for you about him.
“Alien Rhapsody”
Morning light filtered through the metallic blinds of Zarnak’s spacecraft, casting an eerie glow over the control panels. The grey alien stretched his elongated limbs and yawned, his eyes adjusting to the soft hum of the engines. Today was supposed to be the big day. The day he’d finally conquer Earth, assert his dominion over its primitive inhabitants, and bask in the glory of his galactic empire.
But first, coffee.
Zarnak floated towards the kitchenette, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the counter as he waited for the machine to brew his favorite Martian blend. He glanced at the mission log on his wrist monitor: “08:00 – Earth Invasion.” He had everything planned down to the nanosecond. He’d disarm the planet’s defenses, hypnotize the leaders, and have the population at his feet by lunchtime.
“Piece of cake,” he muttered, reaching for his coffee.
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As he took the first sip, a familiar tune started playing from the ship’s audio system. The opening riff of Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions echoed through the room, instantly electrifying the air. Zarnak’s antennae perked up. He felt a tingle run down his spine, and suddenly, all thoughts of conquest faded into the background.
“Oh yeah,” he grinned, setting his coffee down.
The alien snapped his fingers, and with a flick of his wrist, his air guitar materialized out of thin air—an invisible instrument only he could see, perfectly tuned to the frequencies of the universe. Zarnak struck a power chord, his long fingers gliding over the invisible strings, his head bobbing to the beat. The mission log on his wrist monitor blinked, but he ignored it. There was something more important happening now.
His cat, a sleek, silver creature from a distant moon, slinked into the room, her glowing eyes narrowing as she observed her master’s sudden burst of energy. She leaped onto the counter, her tail twitching in time with the music. Zarnak spun around, his air guitar blazing through the chorus, his feet barely touching the floor as he rocked out like he was on stage at the Intergalactic Coliseum.
He was lost in the music, every chord sending ripples of energy through the ship. He didn’t care that his audience was just his cat and a half-eaten breakfast pastry. This was his moment. The cat blinked, unimpressed, but watched intently as Zarnak threw himself into a dramatic solo, his face contorted with passion.
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Minutes turned into hours, and the ship’s clocks ticked on, the scheduled invasion of Earth slipping further and further behind. Zarnak was oblivious. He was too busy shredding through the final verse, his air guitar now a blur of speed and precision. The song reached its climax, and with one last triumphant chord, he collapsed onto the floor, panting, a wide grin on his face.
He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, his heart pounding with the rush of his private concert. The cat, unimpressed by his performance, jumped off the counter and sauntered away, her interest already fading. The breakfast pastry sat untouched, a silent witness to the morning’s events.
Finally, Zarnak glanced at his wrist monitor. It was already late afternoon. The Earth invasion was a distant memory, the plan abandoned in favor of an impromptu rock concert. He sighed, pushing himself up off the floor.
“Well,” he said, shrugging, “there’s always tomorrow.”
With a flick of his wrist, the air guitar disappeared, and he returned to his coffee, now cold. He took a sip anyway, his eyes twinkling with the satisfaction of a morning well spent. Conquering Earth could wait. After all, there was always time for a little rock ’n’ roll.
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Rock Your Space: The Ultimate Glow-in-the-Dark Grey Alien Air Guitarist!
Why conquer Earth when you can conquer the stage? Meet Zarnak, the grey alien who traded his invasion plans for an epic air guitar solo—and now, he’s ready to rock your collection!
Standing at a mighty 3 inches tall, this glow-in-the-dark model captures Zarnak in the middle of his most legendary performance. His sleek, grey form glows with cosmic energy, and his eyes, painted the deepest black, shine with interstellar coolness. Whether you’re a fan of aliens, rock ’n’ roll, or just love quirky collectibles, this little rocker is a must-have.
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Add a bit of extraterrestrial groove to your life—because everyone needs a space rockstar on their shelf!
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