Earth has been taken over by a race of space aliens. Like they had with the inhabitants of so many worlds before our own, they have hypnotized our entire poulation. We all believe that we are shopping, shopping, shopping, and so happy doing it. In actuality, the aliens have set us up on billions of rows of industrial metal shelves, and stunted our bodies so that we look like furbies. They dress us all up in dirty orange Home Depot smocks, and make us sing them songs. The enslaved peoples from the other planets are there too, on their own dirty industrial shelving units, singing songs in unison, in their dirty little smocks, occasionally flapping their stunted wings and looking at each other and cooing.
