[ WP ] You take over the world . The current leader surrenders without a fight and says `` Thank God ! Now it 's your problem ! '' What is `` it ? ''

My ship lands near the Capitol building of Earth. The White House, I ’ ve heard it called. Today was the day. Yes, *that* day. The day I conquer this world and all of its citizens. Their leader would by now have gotten my message and would no doubt be panicking, struggling to assemble his pitiful armies. 
 
 My feral grin is the first thing he sees as I energize in his office. As soon as I do, however, his face breaks out into a relieved smile. My own smile falters. 
 
 He comes towards me and shakes my hand, “ Thank God you ’ re here! ” he says. “ I don ’ t know how long I could have held out. ” 
 
 “ Wha-? ” he interrupts me. 
 
 “ Here, it ’ s yours, ” he says, shoving something yellow towards me. “ I can ’ t stand it anymore! ” With that, he leaves in a hurry. I blink. This wasn ’ t how my day of victory was supposed to turn out. I look over to ‘ it ’, the reason of Earth ’ s easy surrender and my eyes widen. Its red eyes stare at me, impossibly wide. Dark hair shoots from its head from every direction, completing the crazed effect. 
 
 It inhales, a loud, gasping sound, and says, “ I like chocolate milk. ” 

