I brake for road-kill

entering earth's atmosphere now, sir. like a bat outta hell, too!
whoa, there, buck rogers, you better slow down.
the ship can handle it sir. it's arcturus' best.
yes, but you're doing all kinds of things to their sky.
you mean, the humans can notice us?
normally no, but you are pushing our luck.
good thing I took us out of hyper-drive then.
no doubt. we'd have had the planet spinning backward.
wouldn't want that, I guess.
not if we want the harvest to stay fresh.
you mean, fresh humans, sir?
look at them. they are so fascinated by our contrails. amazing.
happens every time we're here at sundown.
they never learn. that's just what we count on.
sort of cute, in a beastly lower-form-of-life kind of way.
don't say cute. makes my mandibles quiver.
sorry sir