By Christopher Munroe
I try to be a good host.
Whether I’m having people over for a night of b-movies and beer or an alien parasite has burrowed its way into my brain in order to control me like a puppet, I do whatever I can to make my guests comfortable. That’s just hospitality.
Some find this old-fashioned, but that’s how I was raised, it comes as naturally to me as breathing used to previous to finding that crashed alien ship out in the woods.
So, fellow normal human, may I offer you liquid? A beer-drink? Something to get you off your guard?