INFILTRATION
Argin had to admit, the garlic crust was far better than the regular hand-tossed pizza crust. The garlic crust was moister, and he did like the way the oil from the garlic spread moistened his lips and tentacles as he worked his way through all sixteen slices of the extra large pizza. He’d come to earth to conquer it, but as he infiltrated the planet, attempting to learn its weaknesses, he unfortunately learned about some weaknesses of his own. Daytime television, the sound of rain, Hardy Boys novels, and delivery pizza. His people would be so sad to see him now.
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