Sexis had told me that this house had a basement. Like Michael Jackson had one.
So when I was finished relaying everything needed to be told to everyone, I asked the alien how big his basement was.
He answered that it was only big enough for two men.
I was surprised as no basements are that small. But then I recalled how Sexis was so I asked him which basement he was talking about.
And as I suspected, he said what I had in mind. With a smile at that.
"My basement, of course. I can handle two men with ease. Test me whenever you want."
I pulled out a frown straight from the depths of disgust. The same frown women show when they hear someone wants to smell their farts… for free.
Sexis saw that and he understood that he made some mistake.
So he tried to correct it. Like feminists trying to correct themselves after their car breaks down .
"You can be the first one to try it, Racis friend. Don't look at me like that."
"Son of a bitch!"
I slammed my leg on the bathroom tile.
