What would you do if you found an alien in your bed?

How might other World’s contact us?

Write? Email?

Follow you on Twitter?

They might park their U.F.O. in a car park, calmly get a ticket for an hour and nip off for a burger?

Or perhaps think twice about stopping having Googled mid-air?

They could be here already and suddenly unzip themselves to reveal millions of saggy tubs of slime that pass wind between sentences?

Who knows?

Anyone?

Hello?