Beeplob the alien deftly landed his silver ship on home planet.
His "Earth" report was five minutes overdue. Thankfully, his Powerpoint presentation was up and running.
Dear Leader: Welcome home, son. What say you about Earth?
Beeplob: I visited a place called America.
Dear Leader: The council has heard of this place. The leader of the free world resides there. They've split the atom, weapons of mass destruction, ever-increasing technology. A formidable civilization, indeed. What say you of their progress?
Beeplob: Washrooms.
Dear Leader: Come again?
Beeplob: The issue of the day is who can use which washroom, when.
Dear Leader: Are you shitting me? Do not shit the council.
Beeplob: No, your alieness. Groups of humans are shitting themselves. Over gender confusion and where to poo and pee.
Dear Leader: Wait. Do you mean to tell us they still have two genders?
Beeplob: Yes.
Dear Leader: Don't they know one gender makes clothes shopping so much easier?
Beeplob: They just aren't there yet, your alieness.
Laughter spreads among the council.
Dear Leader: It's decided! We're pushing up the invasion date. This will be a cake walk. Oh, and don't forget to go before we leave. It's a long trip.
