“They’re made of cheesits.”
“Cheesits?”
“Cheesits. Those orange fuzzy things that crunch. One of their world leaders even looks like one.”
“But how do they communicate?”
"They rub their cheesit bodies together to make non-commital sounds like ‘I cant even’ "
“That’s too weird. Let’s quarantine this place and get the hell out of here.”
“Agreed. At least they cant harm us out here.”
David Blaine teleports behind them both with a pack of cards.