*Slides out of the shadows, form concealed mostly under a long, dark green cloak. Picks up a bright red pool noodle with a pale green-toned hand and turns it about at different angles.*
...
*A crackling of static comes to life - as though from some intergalactic translating device - and precedes a robotic voice dutifully narrating whatever the being had said into something discernible for other-species' ears.*
"What manner of sorcery be this."