You take your baby everywhere with you. That is, if you can even call a 30-foot tall, deadly alien a baby.

You’ve had your pet alien since you were a kid when it landed in your backyard, and it’s been when you ever since. You practically had to beg the Master to let you bring it when he brought you on board.

Today, when you two were being threatened by a gang of aliens, your alien pet stomped over and swallowed them all whole. Then, it leans down for you to give it head scratches. The Master winces.

“That thing genuinely scares me sometimes.”