“Tentacle spaghetti?” mused Xal-Tor, intergalactic gourmet, inspecting the human delicacy with eight skeptical appendages. From the infinite reaches of the void, it had never anticipated the complexity of pasta. "Why boil water? Such a primitive contraption."
Meanwhile, in a distant corner of the universe, Jim forgot to wear his socks to work again. The aliens observed human rituals with bemusement. "Is this a statement about a lack of thermal comfort?” questioned Qr'lynn, adjusting the interdimensional antennae poking from its forehead.
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