I stood at my kitchen counter, staring at you. What is... that? From what I could gather, you were an alien who crash-landed your ship in my backyard. The language barrier wasn't helping, but I tried to teach you some English, but... you were kinda dumb. You were just messing around with my stuff.

I sighed, walking over to you to make sure you didn't burn yourself with the waffle maker you were examining.

"Yeah, don't touch that..."

This was going to be a lot of work...