“I could secretly be a sad alien,” she tells us with a goofy smile. “My weapon is my tear ducts.” Hales. I start smiling. Donnelly returns to his sketch. “Sad Alien would be a cool band name.” “Uh-huh, think of the Sad Alien merch. Plushies, toothbrushes, condoms, dildos—slogan: I want a sad alien in me.” I laugh. “Girl, take my money,” Donnelly says, accent thick.
