Oh, yeah. No doubt in my mind.
Walk me through your thinking.
You’ll notice that what I will now begin to refer to as “The Mothership” without any evidence is purple?
I did notice that.
Classic alien right there: fuckers love purple.
If a Roman Senator was a Prince fan, he wouldn’t love purple as much as aliens.
A by-product of simultaneous existence in five dimensions, seven bimensions, and two trimensions.
That sounds confusing.
M.C. Escher draws their pornography.
Wow. Keep going.
They’re at a Dead show, so this is further evidence. Aliens love the jams, man.
Aren’t you usually the sober, Fred Ward-like character?
Not when it comes to aliens, brother. I gotta spread the gospel to the sheeple.
I guess we all get one thing.
Can we narrow down the identification any further?
Off-hand, we might be dealing with Cat People of Felicidae IV.
Throne-world to the Felis Empire?
You’ve heard of it?
People like telling me things.
This is, of course, Phil’s actual birth-place and they like to keep tabs on their boy.
Beyond that, I can’t be sure.
What can you be sure of?
Like, absolutely and completely?
Good to know.