"I don't think we understand humans as well as we think we do," the small alien pauses for a second. "To be fair we did put it under extreme stress, when we took it from its home to study it."
Even so, don't you think it'd have stopped crying by now? It's been two days already. You'd think the poor thing would get exhausted or run out of tears to cry," the alien's taller friend responded.
"We just have to make sure we keep watering it so it doesn't get dehydrated."
Three weeks have passed and the human had finally calmed down and began exploring the aliens' ship. It calls itself 'George'.
~time skip~
"I think you should stop drinking this beverage, human George; it is making you act quite irrationally." said an alien named Elgrids.
"I'm not irrational!" George slurred almost dropping the bottle of alcohol he was holding.
The alien attempted to grab the bottle, but George swung his arm at it haphazardly. His fist connected with the side of Elgrids' oddly shaped face and the alien cried out in pain.
An elderly alien, Xods, simply shook its head.
"I warned you all that these human creatures are dangerous," Xods exclaimed. "How do you think I got this?!" it adds, pointing to the huge scar going across one of its large eyes.
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