Whoa whoa whoa. No. No! No. No explanations! When you explain that shit you make sure I am out of the state. Out of the country. Off the planet.

[ If she had a crucifix, she'd be holding it up. BACK, VILE DEMON. BACK. ]

I am done with freaky alien romance deets! That shit is already trying to ruin my life and I ain't learning any more about it ever. No. No.