Ratthew gave him a look. "Uh, I'm not."
The first thing Chauncey thought at that moment was, 'Yep, this guy's totally insane.'
The second thing he thought was, 'But he did come from a huge thing in the sky, and he seems alright mentally.'
The third thing he thought was, 'And insane people don't usually make understandable conversation and ask to microwave their burritos, do they?'
Chauncey's curiosity got the best of him. "Where are you from, then?" he asked.
Ratthew raised his eyebrows. "Wait, you believe me? Huh, never had that happen before. 'Specially not on Earth." he paused to scratch his cheek, which was partially covered by his messy sideburns. The microwave beeped, and Ratthew opened it and took out his burrito. "Ack, hot." he blew on his fingers for a moment before Chauncey interrupted.
"So are you going to tell me, or...?"
Ratthew grinned, his wrinkles deepening, and put his burrito back into his pocket, which Chauncey mentally cringed at. "You ever been to space, kid? Oh, of course not. Why'd I ask, you're too normal. That's where I'm from." Ratthew said, gazing out of a window at the stars.
"Wait, really? How does that work?" Chauncey asked, curious. Ratthew grinned again. "Geez, kid. You're believing me awfully quickly. But yeah, I'm from space. Trust me, it's way better than this planet." he made an expression like he was getting an idea. Ratthew brushed off his hands, though he didn't really need to. "Say, you seem like a pretty boring guy."
Chauncey gave him an offended look, before he looked down. "...Yeah. I'm just a janitor. My life really is boring. I haven't done anything meaningful. I'm going to, I just haven't figured out how yet."
Ratthew instantly looked regretful. "Sorry. I meant to say you seem like a great guy with great potential who clearly does a great job on being a janitor, whatever that is. But that potential has to go somewhere. And that 'somewhere' is space!" he said, putting a hand on Chauncey's shoulder.
Chauncey's eyes widened in excitement. "Wait, really? Can I? When do we leave? Are there cooking jobs in space? What am I saying, of course there'll be, even space people have to eat."
Ratthew shook his head in amusement. "Hold on, kid. Don't get too excited. And I thought you were a janitor, not a cook? Anyway, that's not important right now. If you want to come with me, then you need to get ready. How about we leave tomorrow, that should give you enough time to get all your stuff together."
Chauncey smiled. "Of course. Sounds good to me."
His last thought for the moment was, 'I get to go to space!'
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