Earthlings' Customs (Revised)

It turned out that little kids were incredibly hard to handle...

Because you never knew what might suddenly pop into their little heads, or what they might be about to do—especially when dealing with a little girl from outer space.

"..."

"..."

Agents K and J exchanged a speechless glance, then both let out a sigh of relief.

"If every day's work is this exhausting, I'd rather go back to the police force and chat with drug dealers, thieves, robbers, smugglers, and fences."

That was what Agent J thought. He wasn't a babysitter, and he hated being one—especially the kind of babysitter who had to keep an alien little girl happy...

Well,

his head was starting to feel dizzy. He couldn't tell if he'd gotten dizzy from going in circles with his own thoughts or from being put through the wringer by a certain little girl.

"Too late!"

"Our organization doesn't accept resignations of any kind. If you insist on trying, I'm afraid the consequences will be more than you can handle."

Agent K first glanced at the little girl up ahead, then turned to look at his grumbling companion and mercilessly shot down his new partner's complaint.

The Men in Black organization didn't care about human rights. They were a group of people who "didn't exist"! They had to pass round after round of screening to get in, and there were generally only two ways out:

Either you died on a mission one day, or you got old and had to retire...

"Hey! My God, come on, Chief K. Can you stop being so serious?"

"I was just joking with you and griping a little. Was that really necessary?"

"Hey! Wait for me!"

But Agent J realized his partner hadn't listened to a word of his nonsense. K simply