I really am interested in the whole subject about aliens, who they are, what they want, or to which extent have they infiltrated our society, starting with all those very important positions, but besides that it is pretty clear that it doesnt matter actually, aliens are all around you, and they are are mercilessly preventing a man from expressing him self, what he sees around him self ands knows. So I think that it really doesnt matter much because we as individuals of a lower position can with certainly predict that the outcome of these speculations wont climb over the speculation it self, since our positions do not allow us more, and it wont. Our thought process ultimately inevitable turns to that fundamental thought how we as humans always need to satisfy our need for nourishment so we can successfully continue our speculations about our surroundings, so in order to make more out of this whole alien topic idea, but to endlessly speculate, I thought on those most essential thoughts in the first place, and that is how to make our topics more useful by satisfying the most essential needs, and making more than just a speculation, but productive functionality as well which is to us undeniable necessity. In this case I wonder, since it really seems the most beneficial way of thinking considering the inability to process the topic with more result, how would a one hard boiled alien soup taste? Really, have you ever asked your self? If there are aliens out there, we certainly are allowed to eat couple of them? Or more? If nothing else but for all those heartless abductions and cruel dissections. We must pay them that back, show'em we aint for screwin'. Or a fried one if you like fried more, eh? No, not those human alike of course, but those ugly little insectoid reptoid what ever sons of b**ches. I really gave it a deep thought of how would it be, whats best to cut him, sliced, diced, minced, how would he taste, what kind of spices would I use, or maybe he needs no spices. I must admit the idea of a smoked alien ham drying in the cellar of my house really tickles my imagination beyond comprehension. And the sausages, the smoked sausages, gently stuffed into a prepared intestine of an alien, with care and delight. I wonder how would an alien smell in a frying pan? I would be delighted to expound on every single notion that these culinary experiences have to offer, even write a book, something like, The new culinary delights of the Terran system, with a subtitle, how to correctly prepare an alien, or, Ten tasty ways to prepare an alien. Certainly it wouldnt be a mistake start a interstellar restaurant business, with something like, Terra the only place where you can eat an alien, or something short perhaps, like, fried alien, or, stuffed alien with more alien all you can get! I guess we can find out only one way, next time they crash we dont offer them drinks, but should just pump'em fulla led, take'm home, dissect in return, and cook'em with whiskey and marshmallow, and try them are they good for anything lil' balloon heads. It would be an interesting attempt to try and craft a trophy toothpick from aliens small finger bone, while rest I'd give to the dog, so he can enjoy him self some alien as well. Id giv'im soup too. Just imagine, my friends, the beauty and freedom of that experience. $hit, id love to eat an alien. I really do.
