"I was on a planet. It was just rocks and aliens, I promise," Grif said. He paused, then amended, "Well, just one alien, but he was a dick and no one liked him."

The fact that nobody liked the alien was an important detail.

"I guess here is kind of better?" he admitted. "But take it from me, kid: The aliens are still dicks. Mostly. Probably nine out of ten."

Grif was, as ever, a shining beacon of tolerance and appropriate language choices.