So one day, Darren, Will and I were sitting in a cafe. And Will, being the comic geek he is had his nose buried in the latest edition of his aptly named comic book--Martians.
Darren had just broken up with his girlfriend, and therefore was going through his break-up ritual of being a depressing piece of ass for three days. It was the second day, I think. In conclusion, I was super damn bored. I was in the mood for some alien-related banter, since that was a wee bit better than sitting there with nothing to do, so I turned to Will and said, "I still don't think Martians exist, Will." Then I braced myself.
Will did not disappoint.
"Oh yeah? And you think you know it all, don't ya? You think those scientists and presidents tell anything but lies on the TV? Come on, humans should know better than to think that they are the only inhabitants of this universe. Do you even know how infinitely large it is? Do you? Do you? Exactly! You don't. We humans think we're so intelligent and all that, what with creating jukeboxes and cassette players--"
"Will, cassette players were decades ago--"
"--but you know what? Aliens have created things that we can't even dream of. They probably even know that we're talking about them right this instant. They're that awesome, and yet everyone around us are like 'What? Aliens? Pfft, even if they exist they're dumb and small and green and totally beneath us'--"
"You should probably change that to 'everyone around me'--"
"And you know what I think? I think if they were to describe humans, they would say 'Humans? You mean those silly, puffed up, ignorant creatures?'"
"...You know that you just included you and I in that one, right?"
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