When the Kingdom Animalia throws a big reunion after the rapture or
whatever, these freaks are not invited. You have no bones, eight
tentacles connected to your head, and have high intelligence? Get the
fuck off my planet, you alien scum. Go back to Pluto or Mississippi or
wherever the hell you evolved and stay away from my daughters. Don’t
care if you’re delicious, don’t care if you can open jars, you are the
stuff of goddamned nightmares.