we come in peace

the craft has landed on earth, sire.
good, centurion. any sign of hostility from the locals?
not at all. they seem to be fascinated by the lights.
excellent. another perfect disguise.
our atmospheric metabolizer beams have fooled them again. ha ha.
ha ha. I hate that toxic gas they call oxygen.
me too. disgusting stuff. soon, the beams will replace it with lovely methane.
and not a moment too soon.
would you like a celebratory meal, sire?
yes.have the cook prepare a batch of earthlings.
always a treat, eh, sire?
I can't get enough of those tasty morsels.
good thing there's virtually a never-ending supply.
yes, this planet's one redeeming quality.
that and the lovely sulphur deposits.
perfect for my bath. see to it, centurion.
certainly, sire.