"I wonder why I even buy you food," Nikki sighed. "Because you love me," I said, putting a bowl of salad into my mouth, chewed, and spat the bowl out. "Why would you say that...?" Nikki rolled her eyes. We then hear numerous amounts of banging. "What's that noise?" Nikki asked. I shrugged and look around. Then, my eyes set on a truck with a ramp. The other side of the ramp leaves off at the top of roof of a house. "Hm, it's only a roofing," Nikki said. I let out a loud, dramatic gasp. "A-Ariona?" Nikki asked with a blink. "Nikki, do you know what this means?" I said, grabbing Nikki's arms and touched her forehead with mine. "Uh..." Nikki makes a uncomfortable expression.
"It means I've found my dream job: Roofing!" I said as I let Nikki go and fist pumping the air. "...You can't do that," Nikki says. "What? Why not?" I asked. "Well, first off, you're an alien. Second, roofing a house is a lot of work and responsibility. You have to make sure you get the tiles exactly right and you haven't even gone to college," Nikki explains. "Aw, poppycock. I'm a high tech alien," I waved her off. "You're not exactly the smart type," Nikki rolls her eyes. I give her a look. "I mean by: You're not a smart type on mathematics or scientific subjects," Nikki says.
"Oh yeah, I'll show you," I stop over to the truck and climbed up on it. I take a step on the ramp and it bends once I did. I fall forward and the ramp snaps in half. I blinked, "What the slag?" I then remember. Oh, that's right, I'm not so light when I'm in human form...
"...I always thought you would be better at being a detective anyway," Nikki says.