I became alarmed, a while ago, with the phrase “I’m taken with you”. I began to have images of mutually assured abduction, as if by saying the phrase you were implicating someone else in relinquishing agency, whether they wanted it or not. What if they didn’t want to come too? Now they had to. It was done. A magic spell of language had been employed and these people were leaving. The fun I usually enjoy when interpreting an idiom literally became fraught with images of a very specific alien who did not want to test or torment but wanted to watch some sort of real-life romance. Although, as far as I can tell, these beings who take us, whoever they are, are not intrusive voyeurs. Still, I am vary of invoking them, as benign as their actions seem.
None of this made it into the comic.