"I hate all earthlings."
The boy’s face wasn’t half so monstrous in color. His dusky blue-gray skin muted the ridges and spurs protruding here and there, in patterns beautiful only to mathematicians, and his features were humanoid, if a little more oidy in spots:
his eyes were ultramarine, deep seas of whatever one wished to believe they were deep seas of, and kept in perpetual squint, which reduced their disturbing circumferences and made intimations of a soul;
delicate respiratory slits suggested a vestigial cute nose, and his pouty lips were possibly kissable, if situated on another head, and not periwinkle;
his ears were independently rotational, and highly emotional;
his forehead was quite high, approximately ten inches, and bulging with brains, but even this evoked the slick upswept hairstyle favored by singers and delinquents, without the hair.
A girl with enough imagination might have found him attractive in a rugged, sun-dried sort of way.
The girls at J!m’s school did not possess that much imagination.
From "Go Mutants," p. 5