To say my species is more advanced than humans would be a massive understatement. If the universe had a scale for intelligence, humans would land right below lizards.
All beings of the universe are different. For instance, my people are brilliant. Humans, on the other hand, are so dumb that they think the leading cause of death is heart disease. It’s not. It’s almond milk. Even the Grey aliens won’t touch the stuff. Despite their differences, there is one truth that connects all beings. Life doesn’t ever go as planned.
You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not an alien. Unfortunately. I hear they’re pretty cool.[to Kate]
Why do these creatures choose to spend their lives with someone else? It’s bad enough they’re already tethered to each other through family. My people do family the right way. We don’t care if they live or die.
Whiskey, headache, nausea, severe dehydration. Alcohol must not affect humans the way it does us. If it did, they obviously would never drink it.
This kid is a menace. He just won’t give up. Where was that effort from the humans when we were helping them build Stonehenge? A bunch of idiots just sitting around drinking mead, making us do all the work. Lazy druids.
This is my life now, human being. So I have to live like humans do. Occupy my time at a job I loathe, slowly rotting away until I die.
This is interesting. I’ve never experienced this before. Nobody is talking. Apparently you can be with other humans and still be alone. I like it.
They have a term on Earth for a man who works on engines: sexy beast. That’s me. If these humans ever saw me actually flying my spaceship, I’d have women beating me off with a stick.