Coffee Drinking American.

I rummaged in the pink,stink,triangley shaped,wooden drawer.

When i was disturbed by a martian thingy,thingy,dude,man,

halting my attempt at ordering chaos. He asked

me what I was doing.

I replied,I'm rummaging, looking for an outstanding woman.

One who could understand,and read my hand,like no other man can.

Why are you in my kitchen I asked Martian? Man,woman. What are you?

Whatever you want me 2 be martian said.

Look,help me rummage in the pink,stink,triangle shaped wooden drawer,

Man,woman,child,whatever you are.

Aaaarrfdss/// seeafhhvd///gghh///fdghubdn// martian replied

in a language I couldn't understand. 

Why did he reply in another language when earlier on

he spoke in English.

Man. I don't understand. 

Would you like a cup of coffee,I asked cloudy martian man.

Coffee Oh no thank you. I'd much rather prefer tea- I know all about tea. You humans are

famous in the Galaxy for your consumption of tea.

Not us martian man. That's England. They love their tea.

Us Americans love coffee said I 2 martian.

Oh I see. This is not England then,he asked me.

No. U.S.A martian.

Oh dear. I thought I'd landed on the soil of England. 

I must go.I'm terribly sorry. Goodbye

Please don't go martian! Stay here with me. I need you.

But martian had gone.

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