Summary: You were at your breaking point here.

First you had to surround yourself with nerds at Comic-Con for a newspaper article, where you were hit on countless times, and your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, forcing you to hitch a ride with a couple of nerds and, as fate would have it, an alien named Paul.

Could this day get any worse...?

“Hey Clive, watch this."

Paul, a classic green alien with a large head, took a red pen and drew all over the face of a sleeping, dirty-blond-haired man. The alien included a curled mustache, a pair of horns on the forehead, along with other childish doodles.

He and the man known as Clive laughed.

You could only facepalm.

...Of course it could.