In the Diner

Mind if I sit? Where are you from? I saw how you spit out that coffee.

It was bitter, very bitter. Not my cup of…how do you say it?…tea.

If you were from another country, you’d add sugar. There’s a hill I…

Enough. My finger’s a ray gun & I won’t be exposed. I have a mission.

That’s fine, darling, tell me all about your planet, & I won’t scream.