Another cold Thursday afternoon, the martian dust thick like clay, continued to form within the worn out boots of our noble hero, as he stumbles towards the dilapidated apartment complex. His vision blurred from the copious amounts of liquor consumed hours prior, a vague yet familiar silhouette appears before him. "If you think you're comin' in era for the night you got another thing coming mate" Said the Landlord, a repulsive Alien beast, welding what appeared to be the futuristic equivalent of a modern day wrench. Which oddly enough looks exactly the same as it does today. "You ere anit been paying my rent, wheres me moolah!" Although repulsive, our Noble Hero refreshed and revitalized from his afternoon lap dances at the Xeno-Bar stood firm in the face of his old arch nemesis. "We Humans once ruled this world, how dare you continue to extort me you colonist pig!" The Landlord lunged forward without hesitation, his futuristic wrench held high above his grotesque and obscenely large head. His large mass however was no match for the speed and agility of our noble hero who until sober would have the misconception of increased agility and strength, manages to duck the attempted blow to his head before climbing up on to the back of his Landlord, wrapping both arms tightly around his neck. Swaying side to side in anger and frustration, the landlords attempts to throw our noble hero off were futile. The sheer exhaustion of physical activity soon brought the filthy beast down, into a cloud of martian sand as his large stomach hit the surface. And so our Noble Hero continued his way home, for no Alien of this universe will ever deny the triumph of man. It is our path, our birthright, and our Destiny.