[ WP ] Humanity is the only race in the galaxy with such a massive lack of common sense that we 're the only species that requires laws to form societies . Other races just form naturally and are shocked when confronted with humanities laws and regulations .

It was a pretty busy day at the office, and the newborns had kept Gomorlax awake all night. It was time for a nice cup of coffee, for an instant he wondered how office work was getting done in the galaxy before Earth and caffeine were discovered. He reached for the pot, it was light, too light. An empty pot, in the middle of the afternoon, really? 
 
 `` Shogring Steve. Shogring human dimwit. Fleflefle what a waste of carbon.'' he mumbled under his tentacles. Everybody knows that when you finish the pot, you start brewing some more for the next person. 
 
 The worst part was that it was the second time it had happened to Gomorlax this year. This was too much, someone had to set Steve straight or the office would fall into anarchy and chaos. Gomorlax had no other choice than to go to the human's cubicle. 
 
 -Steve, did you take the last cup of coffee? 
 
 -Yes, why? 
 
 -Because, you did n't put any more to brew. 
 
 -So? 
 
 -I had to brew more coffee. 
 
 -Yeeees? 
 
 -You were supposed to start a new pot. 
 
 -Why would I do that? 
 
 -Because that way nobody has to waste time waiting for their coffee to be ready. 
 
 -That's not written anywhere. 
 
 -What? 
 
 -Well, it's not like it was a rule of something. 
 
 Gomorlax shook his tentacles in frustration, left and got back to work. On his break, he figured that if he wanted to fix the problem, he had to take into his own tactopods to make it a rule. On a small piece of paper, he wrote down something no civilised being should ever have to write down; **If you finish the pot, please start a new one. Thnak You! ** 
 
 He then took the small piece of paper and, shaking from all the hatred he felt for Steve, stuck it onto the coffee maker. `` Here's your law, shogring primate. ``, he thought to himself. 
 
 `` Hey! Gomo, did you put that on the coffee maker? ``, said a familiar voice. It was TskTskTk, probably Gomorlax' favorite coworker. Even if Tsk had an exoskeleton and Gomo did n't have a single bone, they understood each other on a deeper level than one might expect. 
 
 -Yes, yes. I did that. 
 
 -What the shog? 
 
 -He did n't give me choice. He made me do it. 
 
 -What the shog are you talking about? 
 
 -Steve! He got the last cup and did n't make more. 
 
 -Did we run out of filters or something? 
 
 -No, he just did n't understand it was his responsability to make more. 
 
 -What the shog is his shogring problem? 
 
 -He said it was n't a rule. 
 
 -A what? 
 
 -A rule. It's a human thing. I think that if everybody knows something, they write it down because nobody remembers it. I think. 
 
 -That actually explains a lot. Ah! Humans! 
 
 -Yup! 
 
 
 ***JOIN US NEXT TIME. What will happen when Gomorlax learns that Steve saw the instructions but did n't actually read them? YOU'LL KNOW THE ANSWER IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF GALACTIC OFFICE! ***
