Teacher: Sorry baadme pehle mere sawal ka jawab do.Main: Ok.Teacher: Main kabse notice kar rahi hu ki tu mere boobs ko dekhke ja raha hai. (Boobs word...sunke main shock ho gaya.)Main: Sorry teacher woh galti se dhyaan chala gaya.Teacher: Mereko ye bata ki kabse tu mere boobs ko dekh raha hai.Main: Ji woh 2 years se.Teacher: Kya 2 saal se?Main: Ha.Teacher: Kya milta hai dekhke.Main: Ji woh…Teacher: Ji woh kya. Kya karoge dekhke.Main: (main bhi thoda khulne ki koshish karne laga) Ji woh accha. We did not think that it was fair to expect them to make a decision with any less information. Sure, the statement that anyone who joined us would be stuck on Wolf-439 iv was not really true, but we were using that to make the people who returned to Earth believe that all they had to do to exterminate us was to attack our current home.As expected, the fleet did not make any course changes or do anything else to cause us to believe that they were aborting their mission. I said, "Okay, AI, line. I love all-Black videos featuring big-booty Black ladies getting drilled by well-hung Black studs. No White chicks for me. I hope that’s okay with you. I love Black women. Love everything about them. I just hope I can find one to love me, before I die. Unfortunately, the Black ladies I meet never seem to go for me. I suffer from Nice Guy Syndrome, folks. I’m six-foot-three, big and tall and kind of imposing, but I also have thick nerdy glasses. I go to Star Trek conventions. I own a Wookie. She's sitting cross-legged on the foot of your bed in her pyjamas with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, which isn't all that odd considering all of the time Sam spends at your house. No, the odd thing is that Sam is wearing your pink bra, the one with little blue hearts, on the outside of her grey pyjama tank top."What're you doing?" You squeak indignantly and Sam gives you that lazy gaze like she's not wearing your bra and gestures at the television."Tuesday Night Movie Madness." She says like.