Bro & Dave: Amatúlië (Quenya) "Welcome", Literally "Blessed Arrival"
You're just out to buy cigarettes, thinking about nothing much at all while you walk back home. And then you see the meteor. You know in theory that there are plenty of meteorites all the time that burn up in the atmosphere, but this is sure something else. It looks like it goes down somewhere in the city, but you can't really tell where with all the high-rises crowding along your street. You don't really think much of it until a whole day later when you try to go to your favorite record store for some new fantastically shitty music, and whoops, looks like you found the meteor. And a baby. Huh.
You head down into the crater and pick the little guy up. First order of business is a pair of kickass shades for the dude. Fortunately, you are always prepared for all contingencies and you can set him up right away. His hair's even a near-perfect color match for yours, and you haven't had much opportunity to evaluate the kid's coolness levels yet, but you make a pretty damn awesome matched set.
Looks like the little dude arrived with a pony too, one that's now pretty definitively deceased. You captchalogue the thing anyhow, because you're pretty sure you can make something out of it for the new kid, tuck him up under one arm, and head off for home. You give Roxy a call as you head out, but she answers with something rushed and garbled about how there's totally a baby in the lake, and she thinks she might keep her? Haha, space baby kidnapping, here she comes! And she hangs up on you without waiting for an answer. Huh. You'll have to follow up with her in a day or so, but it looks like there's all kinds of interesting shit going down.
You get the new guy up to your apartment, and it's a little weird to realize you're already thinking of him as yours, but the more you consider it, the more it feels incredibly right. You drop the police a call explaining that you just found this kid abandoned, and asks if anyone's reported a baby missing (and maybe you're already hoping nobody reports him and definitely you're getting way ahead of yourself). The dude's starting to fuss, so you give him a shuriken to play with, one that's blunt enough that the edges won't do shit. He tries to throw it at you and laughs, and what can you say, the kid's got that perfect killer instinct. You grin and give it to him again and sit down on the floor while he throws the shuriken at you and you pass it back to him. Is he a Dave? He looks like a Dave. You think you're going to keep calling him Dave.