Well, come and get it you alien turds!
I’m pretty sure my wife bought me a new pair of alien ass-kicking boots for Christmas and I’m itching to break them in!
They won’t need to worry about no warp drive baloney when my boot connects with their posteriors. They’ll be doing warp bazillion when they go sailing past Mars.
And I’ll barbecue the ones I don’t kick.
I’ve got my own special alien barbecue sauce. Lots of beer in it. And paprika.
We’re having company, so send your whole damn invasion fleet. My cousins can really wolf down some barbecued alien wings.
How do you get the enzymes off? I scrub & scrub . . .
Worse than scaling bass!