“I like to kill humans,” you reply. “Yup, I like to murder those tiny-eyed, fingernail-having freaks for fun!”
“PROVE IT,” the alien demands. “MURDER THE ELDERLY HUMAN ACROSS THE STREET FROM US NOW WHO IS CURRENTLY FEEDING DUCKS.”
The creature points a tentacle at a sad old woman sitting on a park bench, feeding bread to a group of fuzzy baby ducks. Is this woman completely unaware of what’s happening in the world? Blocking it out? Either way, good for her.
“I…uh,” you stammer, “I can’t kill her, because I don’t have a working pulverizer gun on me.”
“HERE. TAKE MINE,” the alien says, giving you their weapon. Wow, okay.