EXT. ARIZONA DESERT. NIGHT.
THE U.S. PRESIDENT IS FLANKED BY AN AIDE AND AN AIR FORCE GENERAL. THEY ARE ALL LOOKING TOWARDS AN OBJECT OUT OF SHOT.
PRESIDENT
This is incredible. I am going to be making first contact with an alien intelligence. Me!
AIDE
You are the leader of the free world, sir.
PRESIDENT
Yes, but ...first contact!
THE AIDE AND THE GENERAL EXCHANGE GLANCES. THE PRESIDENT CATCHES THEM DOING SO.
AIDE
The first formal contact.
GENERAL
The aliens have been observing us, since, well...
AIDE
Since you shot down that spaceship over Roswell.
GENERAL
Hey! We thought it was a weather balloon.
PRESIDENT
This is terrible... they're going to be pissed. Their intentions are peaceful, right?
AIDE
Don't concern yourself Mr. President. There have been numerous subsequent interactions, all quite harmless.
GENERAL
That is correct, sir. To the best of our knowledge the aliens have never harmed anyone whom they have abducted.
PRESIDENT
Abducted?!
AIDE
Everyone has been safely returned, sir. Well, apart from Elvis. I still think we could have come up with a more dignified cover story there.
GENERAL
Our belief, sir, is that the aliens have been seeking a way to communicate. Their wish to meet us shows that they have been successful in their experiments.
PRESIDENT
What experiments?
AIDE
It seems the aliens communicate very differently to us. They use anal communication.
PRESIDENT
Anal....?
GENERAL
Yes, sir, through insertion.
AIDE
With probes.
THEY ARE BATHED IN A GLOW OF LIGHT. THE AIDE GENTLY PUSHES THE PRESIDENT FORWARD.
AIDE
Just go out there, sir, and drop your trousers on behalf of the whole human race.
THE GENERAL SALUTES THE PRESIDENT, WHO GULPS AND STEPS FORWARD OUT OF SHOT.
AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, THE AIDE AND THE GENERAL BOTH WINCE AND LOOK AWAY.
AIDE
He'll be all right. He's used to talking out his ass.
END.