“Hello! I am a dutch oven! What is that? You also have in America another thing that you also call a ‘dutch oven’? What is that?”
“Oh… well that’s just gross…”
“Hello! I am a dutch oven! What is that? You also have in America another thing that you also call a ‘dutch oven’? What is that?”
“Oh… well that’s just gross…”
“Oh, hi there… I’m just a regular piece of soap and not some sort of space invading alien sent here to overthrow your race.”
“Oh! Did I just blow my cover? Oh dear, I guess that means I have to give up my dreams of conquest and request political asylum with your world’s government.”
“Your world is safe now from the invading armies of my species! Yay! Hey, can I stay here for a while until I get some sort of job here on your planet? I know how to cook… things.”
“You have to sneeze? QUICK QUICK! This way! I am full of many useful tissues and-”
*BLAAAAHH-CHOOOOOOOOOOO!*
“Umm… okay. Nevermind. You need a towel now. I am no longer useful anymore…”
“I’m… I’m being let go? W-what will I do now? Being a paper towel roll is all I know how to do! Please give me some new purpose! I’ll do anything!”
“WOAH! Well, anything except for THAT! I’m not that desperate. I’d rather go back to working at Starbucks…”