Pale Green Aliens. Little green men. Foo Fighters. Saucerville, Baby. You know you like probes, just admit it. It isn't always easy being an advanced species on a strange planet, but the mother ship broke down here, and we're stuck on Earth until we can fix it. Oh, you didn't know about the Moon, did you? Green cheese, my pale green behind...
*Bwahaha! The guys in cheap suits and cheaper sunglasses will say anything to keep you in the dark, Earthlings. Don't let them feed you the Reptiloid droppings! - Zazzo out!