Allah knows?! How many people have you told?[Max Hawthorne: Don’t worry. She’s not gonna tell anyone. She swore to Allah.]
You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not an alien. Unfortunately. I hear they’re pretty cool.[to Kate]
With my people coming to kill everyone on Earth, I will need a bunker to survive. I will fix it up and present it to Asta as her new home. We will live, and all the beer-drinking douchebags can fry.
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 interesting. I’ve never experienced this before. Nobody is talking. Apparently you can be with other humans and still be alone. I like it.
This is awful. Too many people. The last island that had this many humans on it was Atlantis, and that did not turn out well. That man has so many pigeon pets and not one of them is on a leash.
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.
There are no monsters. Beings do what needs to be done in order to survive.
Spring. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, the sun warms the Earth. Somewhere. Not here. It’s 30 degrees out. It snowed 9 feet last winter, and four frozen sodas just exploded in my truck. Welcome to Patience, Colorado.
She likes long naps. And it is better than being awake for her real life.[about Carlyn]
Maybe there is no saving the humans. If my people kill them all, they die, but if we do not kill the humans, they will destroy the planet, then they will die anyway, and every beautiful thing on this planet will die with them.
