“Incredibly advanced aliens come to Earth, and they make the primitive humans figure out how to communicate? The aliens should have learned how to communicate with you primitives, not the other way around. Duh.” “It’s a movie, Skippy, you might be-” But he was on a roll. “And, seriously, the aliens need humanity’s help in three thousand years, but they don’t say what they will need then?” “I’m assuming it’s not a microwaved burrito,” I speculated. “Wh-what?” Skippy sputtered. “Because they’d be like, ‘We waited three thousand years, and you couldn’t have gotten a fresh burrito for us’?” “Oh.
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