I went to a house party the other day. There was an alien there, one of the shape-changers, I don’t know what they’re actually called. He was drinking orange juice right out of the carton and getting hammered on it. Maybe it’s the sugars.
By the time the carton was empty, he was running around, asking everyone who their favorite T.V. personality was. Then he’d change to look like that person and carry on a conversation in character. When I left, he was chatting up somebody’s mom as a young Clooney.
I’d like to see him after a powdered donut.