John walked into the house and took a seat in a chair across from Nic. He smirked at his shirt. "Dude, what's up with your shirt? Like nice pun but seriously?" John laughed. John had always been mean. In school and at the orphanage he had been the tormentor. The popular kids loved him. The nerds and losers despised him. He guessed this place was no different really. Except here he was picking on an alien, not a kid with a squeaky voice.