Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for October 04, 1988
Calvin: Greetings, I am an x-387 robot probe sent from Jupiter. Mom: Mm-hmm. Calvin: My sensort indicate trace amounts of chocolate in the pantry. Please load some in my scoop for analysis. Mom: No, you'll spoil your appetite. Calvin: My mission must not fail. Prepare for annihlation, pitiful earth female. Mom: Go back to Jupiter, X-3 whatever.