*Aliens do their best to appear otherworldly. Meanwhile, as the aliens are demonstrating themselves as intimidating, the one or two tree guys are slapping themselves in the faces, chewing on their flesh, attacking each other pathetically, and in chaotic order repeating the words; cat god, suffer unto cat god. Blood packets would work well here for effect. Or anything else you can think of for props at anyplace anywhere in this sketch or even the others. Prop innovation if props at all. Meanwhile, these people are still continuing deranged behavior; the alien proctologists are very preoccupied with probing the rectums. Once a simulated implication of the probing occurs the aliens stand the humans upright*
Alien: I will now speak on behalf of mankind as the unified field of emissions transmits messages through you to us. We have come much far and many times be assured. We want to confirm a suspicion long standing by certain perspectives among you that everything everyone knows is wrong and nothing can ever be correct if for the most basic reason of thought effecting environment and a constant flux or extension to countless fields of academic study mapping and charting what can't be known by your mind as it is now, yet excelling in subtle arts such as ridicule and condemnation.... To learn new things the people constantly unlearn old new things; it seems people are not keeping track of what they do and do not know and for this reason no one can know anything. Human nature is not our concern and we can't humor you anymore; our affairs on earth are peppered with the kiss of one million anuses and that doesn't happen on it's own. *blow kisses with probes. people collapse to heap, and aliens exit*