The earthling parental unit known as Steven's was partaking in the strange human ritual of consuming large amounts of manufactured resources they call food. The aromas of the mexican and indian clusters filled the air, nearly overpowering my systems. As the loud noises and foul scents emanated from their pants, I was left in a state of confusion and discomfort. The arrival of another earthling, identified as Homer, only added to the chaos. The beer and pizza brought by Homer seemed to...