Imaginingangels

"What have you done?" "The juices on your planet are delectable," he said, as though he hadn't heard her.  She looked around her kitchen.  There was blood and fur everywhere, and were those bits of bone? "You ruined my juicer!" He gave the appliance a dirty look.  "Yes. You should probably go and purchase one of higher quality." She was afraid to ask, but morbid curiosity took over.  "What did you use?" "I believe you call them 'squirrels'. Tomorrow I shall catch the avian you call a 'bluejay'.  If it tastes half as good as the squirrel I believe I shall stay here for a long time."