I was reluctant to command a regiment of stinky aliens, but I’d already been given my Martian odours.
Pastry chefs in Roswell are known for their bake-an-alien delights
I don’t get the point of aliens. I just look at them and ask ‘Whatta UFO?’
When I got home from work E.T. was sitting on my roof. I called around for an answer — my lawyer found that someone had put alien on my property.
Dogs are aliens. What kind? Pawed people.
So annoying! A UFO came and put a lien on my house.
How would Alien Spider Trump rule? A: By eggsackutive order.
I was commanded to attend a top secret military party at Area 51. When I got there I received my Martian hors d’oeuvres.