For a while I went out with a girl from outer space. I don't know exactly where she was from but I was charmed by her custom of courtship. In her culture it was the girls who chased the guys.
She had a way of convincing me. She asked me to go out with her "or else this would happen" and she pointed at a building and some beam shot down from outer space and blew it to bits.
I said I would. She was so happy she hugged and kissed me and we held hands. She was really beautiful and charming, despite the weird building blowing up thing.
We walked past the brewery and it stank so bad. She hated it so much she immediately pointed at it and it was blown up to smithereens. The smell dissipated after a while, leaving just weird lumps of white artificial sweetener. She looked at it in disgust.
"What was that place, darling?" she asked.
"A brewery"
"A what?"
"A place for making drinks"
"Why are there lumps of aspartame there? That's poisonous!"
"Oh that. That's sweetener"
"You Earth people are weird. Don't go near that stuff hun" she said, holding me tighter.
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