His heart, though obsolete, continued beating.
Overheard: "Psst! Are my antennae showing?"
"Planet for sale: Near working condition.”
You probe it, you clean it.
Five. Four. Three. Two. Crap. ABOR---...
Disastrously, aliens cannot hold their liquor.
Yes... I know she "looked" human!
Broke. Wife’s pedicure; too many toes.
I turned out the Earth's lights.
For rent: Human body, partially furnished.