Run and hide like the little dumb bitch that you are!

Despite being a literal god in this domain, David frantically looks for a place to hide. Looking at the adequate, fully-concealed space behind the boxes he just rolled off of, David instead settles on hiding behind the hover car, which does not touch the ground and allows any observant creature with eyeballs to view his legs. Waddling with his loose sweatpants falling down his flat butt, David shuffles behind the car just in time to watch two blue women, both slightly taller than David, enter the garage with an authoritative walk. They approach the workbench.

“…Oh, don’t worry Monica, I will have the IDs delivered. I have no intention of delaying any more potential clients, and frankly, I’m completely done waiting for the private sector vendor to deliver.”

“You are the most talented physical therapist on this side of the matriarch Debra. I know you can strong arm some stupid vendor into giving you a pair of IDs.”

Monica picks up one of the tools on the workbench and points it at Debra, resulting in both women chuckling fondly.

Peering around the corner of the hovercar, David takes in the beauty of his two practically-human guests. Both appear to have brown-red hair, and luscious lips decorated with red lipstick. Perfect rear ends stick out in David’s direction, sitting atop long, perfectly smooth blue legs. The women appear to have beautiful faces despite their protruding antennae, although Debra has rectangular glasses that give her an air of importance in her slim pant-skirt.

“Give those stupid bitches hell.” The slightly shorter Monica smugly states as she walks out of the garage.

Suddenly you realize you are alone with Debra.

Staring at her ass, you realize that your fear of aliens is gone.