"We've finally caught you, space alien! Those decades of coverups were worth it."
The FBI agents sneered at the small gray humanoid tied to the chair.
"How about it, space alien? What do you want? Why were you skulking around the launch site?"
The alien spoke. "We want to find out how you got to your moon. It's so cool. We just bounce around planets. And what's with that internet? How do you guys come up with this stuff? Maybe you have to have cats. We don't have those. Can I have a cat?"
The agents stared at one another.
Finis
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