- Alien Manager: Word is you destroyed planet earth. And apparently this is the twelfth one this month. And well, they're a little worried upstairs, you know those big-wigs.
- [chuckles]
- Alien Manager: They're wondering if you're cut out for this little surveillance job, and oh! Oh, when I hired you, I did stress that this was a surveillance job, and not a planet-destroying job? Was it my fault? Was it me? Did I not make it clear?
- [crosstalk]
- Alien Employee: Have there been any complaints about my work, is that it?
- Alien Manager: No, no. There haven't been any complaints, no. Anyone who might have complained has been blown up.
- Coworker: Yeah, but it never seems to get to you.
- Alien Employee: Oh?
- Coworker: Yeah, you always seem so together. Well, it's like the way you tie your bow tie.
- Alien Employee: Really, I... what do you mean?
- Coworker: It's so perfect. I mean, how do you get it like that?
- Alien Employee: Well you know, same as everyone else does, I suppose.
- Coworker: Yeah, I could never do it. Whenever I do it it's always a little lopsided, you know.
- Alien Employee: Well it's not like I have any special powers or anything.
- Coworker: Oh, well maybe I'm just in awe of how well-groomed you are.
- Alien Employee: You know, sure. But I mean it hardly means I'm a member of some super-intelligent race with extremely advanced personal hygiene, does it?