My Hero Is An Alien

What did Michael Jordan like to put on his toast for breakfast?

Space Jam.

But even those aliens have nothing on Myrdok.

Standing at over 7 feet tall, with abs for days and muscles the size of my legs, this red-scaled monster rescues me and tells me I’m his fated mate.

Girl, please. Fated mate?

I’m a modern woman. I don’t want no scrubs.

But then the Grolgath savages come after me and Myrdok shows me just how non-scrub he is.

Who knew there were aliens living among us?

They have American Express platinum cards and big Rocky Mountain bases and holo disguises.

A girl could get used to this.

No lie. I’ve been heartbroken before.

And I’m not going to say oops if I do it again.

Especially if its to a rich, handsome, barbarian brute like Myrdok of Vakutan.

But even he needs one thing to be a perfect man for the 90s.
What is it?

An AOL account!