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T: You're staring at me Mickey, I don't appreciate it
M: Well. Pots and Kettles.
T: That's not the full expression.
T: It's, 'the pot calling the kettle black'
M: Same difference. You're a hypocrite, mate.
M: You gonna approach today?
M: It's been a while.
T: Nope, not in a million years.
M: But you want to.
T: But I won't.
M: Because you-
T & M: Don't want to embarrass my(your)self in front o people on a different planet and risk looking like a socially inept alien who has one friend.
T: Yup, spot on.
M: Am I the 'one friend' in that scenario?
T: In every scenario friend.
M: Gotcha.
T: Although...
M: Although?
T: I would like to get to know these guys. They see to like everything I like: The same food, shows, music even. Which is cool, considering, you know, different planets.
M: Weezer does transcend galaxies-wait you know this HOW?
T: Same way I know anything, I stalk them on soial media instead of talking to them.
M: Maybe you ARE a socially inept alien? Perhaps?
T: Perhaps.
M: But, I mean, if you like them that much, go up to them
T: So you think it'd go well?
M: Oh I didn't say that.
M: There's very much a chance it could go horribly, horrificaly wrong.
T: Hey, so, I couldn't help but notice we like a lot of the same things so, I dunno, I was wondering if-
A: Oh my god it wants to be friends.
B: My god, it looks disgusting!
A: Why are there so many tiny orifices on you face? That's weird, you're weird.
C: Why are there nasty flesh tubes where your nub feet should be?
T: Well, I-
B: Oh boy, here it comes- *glitter puke prop*
A: Why are you so large? How do you have tiny adorable picnic parties?
C: You're a freak of nature *spit*
T: Ow! Why does it BURN?!
M: Mate. Terra!
T: Please stop vomiting-
M: What?
T: What?
M: You good, mate?
T: Uh. I dunno. Do you think I have too many facial orifices.
M: The more the merrier in my opinion.
T: Was tat sarcasm?
M: No.
T: Was that..?
M: No! Can't you tell by my face?
T: ...
T: I'll be honest, not really.
M: That's okay.
T: So you think it'll go bad, but you also think I SHOULD go?
M: You're twisting my words, stop twisting my words, woman!
M: I'm assuming you're a woman.
M: I'll be so real, I can't tell.
M: Now I get you, interacting with a foreign species is kinda-
T: Mick.
T: Sorry.
T: What are you trying to say then??
M: ...
M: About Earth human gender science?
T: What? No, about my social ineptitude. I mean my non-social-ineptitude.
M: Oh. Well, I suppose it could go horrifically wrong-
T: Which, has been well established, let's move on.
M: I also suppose it could be horrifically right?
T: ...
T: Hey, so, I couldn't help but notice we like a lot of the same things so, I dunno, I was wondering if-
A: You wanted to be friends
A, B, & C: WE wanted to be friends!
A: Come sit with us!
B:: No no, let's go get ice cream!
T: Wow, that's...
T: Thank you! I-
C: You have lovely facial orifices!
A: I love your flesh limbs!
B: I don't feel like throwing up!
C: You're NOT socially inept!
C: In fact, I'm slightly intimidated!
B: In a good way!
A: We can all get YOUR favorite flavor!
T: Wow okay! Lets go!
M: Earth to Terra.
T: Huh? Oh, hey.
M: Full disclaimer, you're not on Earth, I just figured you'd listen if i said that.
T: Right. Although this planet does look like South Florida.
M: Who?
T: It's not a 'who', it's...nevermind.
M: So you've spaced out twice. Knowing you, you're going through scenarios. Paint me a picture.
T: It went 50/50, just like you said it would.
M: You thinking in black and white?
T: Well, I know human brains tend to think in black and white terms, and exaggerate to the nines
M: It could go teribbly
M: It could go awesome. But there's a little more to it than that.
M: You could get a gentle let down, a gentle welcome..
M: An enthusiastic welcome, an awkward let down...
M: Or it could go exactly how you imagined.
T: So I guess it isn't up to me then?
M: Nah.
T: Glad I've at least got you.
M: I'm glad I've got you too.
T: You wouldn't reject my friendship. You don't spit acid.
M: What gave you that idea?
T: I dunno, superstition about the planet I guess?
M: That's kind of offensive.
T: Oh is it? I'm sorry.
M: Nah i'm just messing. Utilizing it is considered rude. And it's not spit, it's a digestive acid.
T: Ew.
M: What do you mean 'ew' you're just as gross.
M: Two words. Flesh tubes.
T: Maybe we're all a little gross. We can be gross together.
M: Maybe.
M: So?
T: So?
M: You gonna go up to these guys or not?
T: ...
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