You are sitting on the porch drinking a beer and then this guy visits. What is the first thing you say?

Here is the prompt:

Flash photography, unedited, with soft grain, specks of lens dust, and a slight overexposure that feels raw. It is a muggy southern night outside a weather-beaten wooden porch. A rusted swing hangs motionless beside a peeling screen door, while a lone porch bulb flickers weakly. The camera sits low, at a child’s eye level, looking out past the warped railing toward the yard. Crickets pulse in the tall grass and distant cicadas buzz. A harsh white glow floods in from beyond the pecan trees, casting long shadows across the planks. Framed by the light, an extraterrestrial figure steps onto the porch, towering and silent, its elongated fingers reaching toward the house. Behind it, an orb of light hovers just above the treetops, ready to take the entire family.

The prompt is very specific, resulting in a good outcome. Good job