Coming from the inner core of the moon,
They are superior in every way.
They’re jumping and spelling technologies,
Are far too advanced for our minds to comprehend.
Huge egos, practical jokers in life-threatening situations,
And full of sexual innuendos.
They’ve come for our electronics, porno,
80’s rock belts, help to fight the Gorgatron,
And to cash their bills.
All while holding ice cream socials,
And plotting our demise with the screw of damnation,
From behind the armoire of despair.