This man/woman/crab/god demands respect. He beckons us with his other-worldly smile. Closer now, we see distorted light, but can make no sense of his signs. We reach toward him, but he dodges and weaves. [Rattle-snap!] Retreat, retreat!
We will keep our distance, for now.
Signed, your intrepid
Space Monkey Twins
Space Monkey Twins 