T'haam had commandeered the kitchen for making his lunch. Well, not exactly prepare, more of pouring Oreo's into a bowl of pudding with some chocolate chips and other things. The mixture was being stirred by a spoon dancing in the bowl on it's own, while the controller of the spoon sat and stared into the thick soup of chocolate. It was delicious smelling, and T'haam was eager to eat it, morphing his hood away and revealing his green bald head. His sleeves retracted as well as he hopped off the counter and drifted through the air too his soup de jour, too much chocolate, was prepared. It was one of his better food experiments since he had arrived on the planet. "FINALLY! My creation is complete!" The martian yelled, grabbing the spoon and thrusting is it into his mouth and coating the counter behind him in chocolaty residue.

The look of pure ecstasy that came over the alien was incredible. His lips curled up and his eyes squinted in pleasure. "Oooohohohohohooo..." he moaned before diving into another bite, and another, and another. He was practically dancing around the kitchen with the bowl of pure euphoria in his hands. Jumping from one corner to another devouring ever bite. As he stretched his tongue in for the last, final bite, he dropped the bowl. An alarm sounded, startling him. The bowl landed with a crash, breaking on the ground and bringing the martian to his knees. The plastic didn't shatter, but simply fractured and left the final bits of chocolate residue on the floor. Then the worst news came, it was simply a false alarm. The alien sat staring at the ground in the kitchen where the chocolate had oozed out of the cracked bowl. It was a sad day for this martian.