Imagine that every day for two years some folks showed up at your door trying to get you to join their UFO cult and every time you say 'actually, I'm pretty sur

Imagine that every day for two years some folks showed up at your door trying to get you to join their UFO cult and every time you say 'actually, I'm pretty sure To Serve Man is a cookbook' then finally the mother ship arrives and they start eating up the cultists. Sure being eaten is rough but they A) didn't heed my advice and B) at least now they won't knock on my door anymore.