When I get scared I always try to calm myself down by singing - so I started singing –
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow - well, don't you know about the bird - well, everybody knows that the bird is the word.
The aliens looked at me and scratched their heads and then they waved their hands over a panel and what appeared to be a Funk and Wagner dictionary appeared.
They couldn’t find Papa-ooma-mow-mow in the dictionary so one of them said Google search. They waved their hands over the panel again and a monitor appeared with an Internet Explorer dial up box on it - which I also found a bit strange. After they connected they typed in Papa-ooma-mow-mow and hit the search button.
When the no search results were found page showed up the 2 aliens seemed to get mad and picked up an even bigger probe so I started singing again. The aliens kept hitting the try again button and after about 20 times I started feeling sorry for the little buggers and said – try Surfing bird. They did and when they got a page that said 10.000.002 search results
found they looked a little frustrated so I said let me help. I was hit by another beam of light and a split second later I was sitting at a key board which I found a bit strange but figured it was better then being tied face down on a Ikea bunk bed.
I found a music down load of surfing bird by the Ramons and when a prompt box showed up that said – some files can harm your computer I asked the aliens if I should continue. It was at that moment that the aliens and I started bonding – they could see that I meant them or their computer no harm and I could see they had a pretty sweet computer.
After we listened to the song we smoked a doobie and I asked them if they were really going to probe me and they said – na we were just messing with your head. Cheers!

Everyone knows that the aliens like to use Yahoo when they search the internet 
