“He popped out of thin air and used a payphone to contact the Pentagon,” the general explained.
“It’s a male, humanoid,” Dr. Nowell balked.
“Yes and a sharp dresser,” the General grinned and opened the door to the room containing the extraterrestrial.
“Is this a joke?” Dr. Nowell snapped.
“He gave us the math that unifies the fields,” the general winked.
“Why does he look like Cary Grant wearing a tuxedo?" Dr. Nowell asked sarcastically.
The alien responded telepathically, “Doesn’t everyone want to be Cary Grant”?