"Brea was there anything recently on the news about unusual sightings in this area?" he asks his wife.
"Why, Cosmo," she says as she joins him at the window and puts an arm around his waist.
"Well, a strange looking craft appears to have landed on our property."
"That thing," says Brea. "I forgot to mention that the occupants must still be rummaging around in our basement."
"How bizarre." "What are they looking for?"
Brea nudges Cosmo in his side.
Arms filled with paper towels, toilet paper and disinfectant, earthlings pass the couple and exit the backdoor.
"I hope they left us some," says Cosmo with a perplexed look on his face.