The alien appears on a giant screen off of NASAs giant Flatscreen, after you tresspassed on their premises to get the ball you kicked over. You remember the father trying to get you to help his drowning sun which you let die, the old lady who thought you were a worker and asked where the spaghetti is.

You are filled with DETERMINATION.

"Give us your planet." The alien says.

Reporters are thinking you will make an articulate plea for peace and mercy.

(Inspired by "Hey I Don't Work Here!" song by Tom Cardy)