cobra jet creepin'

I just got back from Omaha, Nebraska. Terence and I were hired to portray park rangers who stumbled upon some strange tracks. Either too scared or simply unwilling to understand the full impact of these tracks, my character, whom I named William Dewberry, asked a lot of questions:
“What’s it mean?”
and
“What it is going on?”
and, finally,
“What’re we going to do?”
Terence played the older fella. He’d seen this kind of thing before. The way Moulder always had some insider info on a recent cow disembowelment, Terence (he named his character Terence) knew that IT had come back, and IT was bigger than ever.
The alien tracks were made by a Toyota Tundra. The fine people at the Nebraska Lottery were giving them away again like they did before, for the very first time. The tracks were really made by rolling a spare tire off a Chevy S-10 owned by the boom operator. I named his boom mike Veal Diamond.
We shot on a beautiful state park outside of Omaha. Lunch was cooked on a grill at a lodge on the lake. One girl, Donna, was wardrobe, make-up, set design (props), and my personal assistant. She constructed our uniforms. She sewed badges on the brownshirts that looked like park ranger stuff. One said "Trailhiker" and another had a tornado on it. The pins we wore were silver earrings.
So, now I’m in lottery spots for Georgia, Kentucky, and Nebraska. 36 states have a lottery, 21 share some kind of mega-pot. Here are the winning numbers from last Friday’s MegaMillions jackpot worth $205 million:
23 - 25 - 43 - 46 - 49 - Mega: 26
I don’t think anyone has won in over a dozen weeks. What is going on?