That's right:

I was a John Travolta Body Thetan. I had all of the great sex that you could want...both ways, too. The food was usually outstanding. I was in some neat movies...and some of the worst ever made. I was not, however, the only BT...there were thousands and thousands all over Travolta. We were everywhere.

I'm not ashamed to admit that my location was on John's ass. I don't know how I ended up there but it could have been worse...if you know what I mean. At some point I decided to have some fun. Every time that JT would get into a delicate romantic situation he would get an itch and would have to scratch his bum. I got a lot of laughs as this maneuver killed a lot of scores. I had a lot of practice and got very good at creating maddening itches. I don't know how many movie shots he blew because he had to scratch his bum. The first time he met Bill and Hillary...well, actually, I'm a bit ashamed of that one. Of course, all good things must come to an end. John started heavy duty OT auditing. I avoided being spotted for a long time...but I goofed and caused an itch in a session. He spotted me and audited me right out. I had no choice but to leave. I don't know what to do now. I don't want to go back to the Martian Implant stations and the evil galactic psychiatrists with their evil Implant machines. I miss being attached to a human body especially a celebrity like John Travolta. I think that I'll go hang around John and see if I can slip back in there. Wish me luck.

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