Aliens, dude. Classic tractor-beam racing stipes down the sleeves, just like they did it in the 70's, or the 80's, or that one time when Aliens invented earth, then populated it with hairless apes, beamed down pyramids, left us here, came back to give us lazers, hoverboards, and the internet, left us here again, came back again, and wanted to be friends, like nothing ever happened. No. Now we wear you on shirts. End of story.