Thread: First Contact

So I was on tour with my wildly successful heavy metal band, of which you are no doubt all fans, when something amazing happened.

We were just getting started when our guitarists, Beavis and Butt-Head, spotted an insectoid alien from another planet in the audience. Being the forward-thinking, progressive individuals that we are, we immediately invited the alien onto the stage.

As the alien lacked vocal chords, the alien spoke using a machine that projected a voice through a speaker clamped to its thorax. It said its people had been surveiling the internet for quite some time. "The internet," it concluded, "Is a hell of a thing. I am pleased to finally make the acquaintance of this world's inhabitants."

"My name," it continued, "is ((series of whirring and clicking noises))."

I shouted "Everyone give it up for ((series of clicking and whirring noises))!"

"That," replied the alien, "is a girl's name. You may call me....Garry."

We asked Garry what his favorite song was, and he replied that it was Fly On The Wall. Odd, it was never a very popular song, but this was a special occasion. We invited Garry to join in on the song and he accepted.

We rocked out so hard that Beavis split his head open on an amp and lost consciousness, obliging Garry to pick up his guitar in three of his insectoid appendages and continue the song.

Garry also sang along, surprisingly well for a freaky bug-thing from the farthest wash of the galaxy. He only made one mistake--where the lyric was "Ghosts of friends left behind," he sang "Goats of friends left behind." Perhaps that makes more sense on his planet. Maybe they don't even have goats at all. It's a strange universe.

As the song reached its triumphant crescendo, Garry grew excited. Flying back and forth over the stage, he took a huge, steaming dump on our drummer, Christopher Walken.

"That was cool," commented Butt-Head.

"Sorry," said Garry, abashed. "Got kinda carried away there."

Ladies and Gentlemen, THE FUTURE IS HERE!

So how was your day?