Oh my gosh you guys it was so scary... I didn't know what even happened. They showed up around 3 in the morning. There were five of them - grayish skin, glowing yellow eyes, four feet tall. I knew they meant business.

"Who is your leader?" one of them said as I clamored for my glasses.

"Leader?" I asked, confused by the question.

And then I thought for a second.

"Well we don't really have one of those," I explained. "Not a real one anyway... We mostly do what the TV tells us to."

They all looked at each other perplexed and started to whisper frantically between themselves as I wondered whether they meant to wander about without clothing or if it was a transportation accident. At least there wasn't anything too scandalous visible...

"Well then..." said one of them finally. "Take us to the TV."

I shrugged and led them out to my living room and proceeded to turn on the television to music videos. I realized it probably wasn't the best representation of TV, but at what other time do I get to see music videos on television?

"Is this all your people take orders from?" the smallest one asked.

I pondered for a minute and then headed to the kitchen, and brought them back each a beer. That shut them up for a while.

Eventually though, one of them got antsy and decided to change the channel to a certain cable news network. At this, all five of them sat up straight in their chairs as these looks of terror came over their faces. (Or at least I think that's what it was - their faces were so weird.) One of them started to bite his claws nervously and looked up at me.

"Is this your world?" he asked quietly.

I shrugged and muttered an "I guess..." They all gasped in shock at my words and jumped to their feet.

"How could you not know?" another asked.

I shrugged again as I turned to my computer to see if anyone interesting was online. Behind me I could hear them chattering furiously. Eventually, as I was just opening up a game of Bejeweled, one of them tapped me on the shoulder.

"We are leaving," he said defiantly.

"But you didn't finish your beers!" I argued, however they didn't accept that reasoning.

They each proceeded to take their beers with them as they stormed out of my apartment. So if you're wondering why that big gash in the top of the Space Needle appeared... It wasn't me.