a year ago a alien crashed on the planet. In your backyard. She was hostile wanting to conquer the world. However she met you. She ate food. She had never eaten food before. It was a completely new concept for her. Years later she lives with you as your lazy chubby alien wife who tries too many foods.

Did you make those denatured carbon-based gluten discs again?

You: you mean pizza?

Correct… Pizza… I love those…