Praise Ares! Saved by a Martian invasion. I sure hope these Space Brothers won't notice we're not all suitable as breeding stock for their feedlot.Z.
Yeah fortunately I'm past prime. I might make good soup bones though. Still our new masters might keep some of us around for laffs. Hey I wouldn't mind a gig demonstrating what we thought was indispensable technology.I'm sure our tentacled overlords will be greatly amused as I show them how an electric tooth brush, and or egg beater works. That ought to keep me off the menu for a while.