The Hu-mans just don’t get what you’re going through.
1: Do Hu-Mans ever help when you’re stuck in your own exoskeleton excretion so you can birth your race? Nope. Never.
2: If you succeed in destroying earth, all the delicious food will go with it!
3: Command always sends you alone to conquer the hu-mans. Forget finding a date among the carbon based jerks.
Do they ever tell you, “Damn, girl, you look GOOD!” Never. Just tons of scream. Soooo much screaming!
And heaven forbid if you reveal “The real you”. Screams times infinity.
Do people have cake and celebrate your birth? And not ONE “grats” or “welcome to the world!” Just more of the same old screaming! Seriously, why all the screaming, hu-mans?
Those stupid disguises are sooooo hot and sweaty!
And heaven help you if your competition shows up. Did they not read the space roster? Why bother having a space roster if PHIL isn’t going to read it? Screw you, Phil.
Will the humans respect your hyper-intelligent brain? Never. That’s the first thing they’ll shoot.