The mothership landed in the crop circle surrounding Evil Editor’s house. He knew they’d come.
“This is it! This is it!” he said. “No one believed me, but I knew it!” He ran outside to meet them.
“Welcome!” he yelled as they exited the ship. The short buggers looked him up and down.
“Wxnbthulvn,” one alien said. He throwing flowers at us.
“Pnvcsx wtrfgaz,” the other replied. I think he’s welcoming us.
“Qszxckl io? Tghrdwqqa?” the first one said. That’s it? Why isn’t anyone else here?
“Trcfwxnbthulvn.” According to his leader, this is the only man who can convince us to leave Earth alone.
“Btn. Qwvtyplkmij vne wvknglen.” Okaaaay.
“Tqwcn cn xwsdffgr,” Apparently his powers of argument are very persuasive. I’m told he has many followers.
“Greetings,” said Evil Editor. “I welcome you to Earth.
“I see you speak English.”
“Yes. Tell me why we shouldn’t kill you and your brethren. We have the technology to destroy mankind.”
“Well, so do we.”
The first alien nodded. “That’s true. Nuclear technology.”
“That doesn’t mean we have to use it. Plus, there’s a lot of good in the world, still.”
“Yes, we’ve heard of your blog. We do enjoy it. What else?”
“Well, we make some of the best movies.”
The first alien nodded slowly. “I did enjoy the Dark Knight. Immensely.”
Evil nodded. “If you kill us now, there will never be another Batman film.”
“YNHGH! GHT WEHRERE!” OH NO!
“Oh yes,” Evil Editor replied. “No more Batman.”
“And your blog?”
“Gone. I’d bet some of my minions would be back to haunt your asses.”
“Yeah. Didn’t anyone tell you who I am?”
“You’re not Batman?”
“No. I’m Evil. Evil Editor.”
The little aliens ran screaming back to their ship and were never heard from again.