After six years of seeing Frank Chu wander the streets of San Francisco, I finally, and unexpectedly, heard him speak. I had just assumed that he was a quiet protester, making his point larger than life by being a constant fixture in the city. I was quite taken aback when I heard him yelling outside of the Old Navy on Market Street. At first, I didn’t believe it was him speaking, but sure enough the loud gravely and angry voice came directly from his voice box. Or maybe it was the voice box implanted in him by aliens. Who knows?