It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard, I am not an alien. I was not sent here to gather intelligence about this planet’s weaknesses to prepare the advancing armada and make this planet ripe for conquest.

I am not a weird green alien from outer space, I have a simple skin condition. The only thing that is true is that Dib has a freakishly large head.

As any other male human wormbaby I enjoy cars, computers and girls with large bosoms.

(If you don’t understand the references made on this page you might want to check out the cartoon show.)

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