30 years ago, his spaceship5 had crashed outside of New York. He had learned to navigate6 human capitalism by cutting the hull7 of his ship into small pieces and selling them as a precious metal called platinum.
If he was sent to jail, it wouldn’t be too long before they noticed how he shaved several times a day8. Questions would lead to questions.
He spun some more spaghetti into his fork9 as he heard a knock and the police announce themselves.