Reality Check by Dave Whamond for September 20, 2016

Close encounters of the downright nudist kind.

Where’s my slingshot? Or better, my 12 gauge with the rock salt?

They’re aliens. You are looking at their faces.

How do you tell the front from the back?

Well you have now, Ralph.

They must be from Uranus…

Single-wide saucer.

Maybe if they’re from a moon, it’s considered a sign of respect.

Par for the course with tourists!

alien butt? how?

Probably a bunch of juvenile delinquents who borrowed a dad’s Galaxy and are joy riding around the universe! (Could be worse – they might have had to settle for someone’s mom’s Vega …)