That’s right. We’re going there. You think aliens are visiting Earth? Well who do you think they’re here to see? That’s right. Their uncles and aunts. Leopards.
Leopards are always slinking around. Leopards are always jumping on antelopes. Leopards are always laughing at us. They’re laughing at us. Because as we say “Aliens are real” or “Aliens aren’t real” or make George Lucas rich off of a brutally inaccurate portrayal of Outer Space (I don’t know how to spell George Lucas’s last name and I am not going to give him the dignity of looking it up), the real aliens are sitting over there in their trees, licking their paws, asking us why in the hell we think Earth would create a creature with spots.
Just a theory.
