“Drink, drink until your thirst is slaked.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Eat up!” There’s more than enough to go around. What a quantity of food!”
“Enough for seconds…thirds….midnight snacks…”
“Such tasty temptations! Such mouth-watering morsels! Such delightful delicacies! An awesome ambrosia!”
No one could much understand all the blips and bleeps and blurps the aliens were making.
Later we translated it, but by then it was too late.
Our biggest mistake was thinking that the aliens just wanted to be friendly.
Oh, they liked us all right. Parts of us anyway.
Except for the bits they picked out of their teeth.
(file under…”It’s a fucking cookbook, you idiots!)