"Ding-dong~!"
"Attention, all extraterrestrial travelers. Please enter through Customs Checkpoints 023–027. Maintain an orderly queue and cooperate with the customs officers' inspections. Thank you for your cooperation..."
"Ding-dong~!"
"Attention, all extraterrestrial travelers..."
In the reception hall of the Customs Administration beneath MIB headquarters, crowds of aliens of every shape and size were following the announcements and queuing in an orderly fashion at Checkpoints 023–027, entering once more the Earth they so enjoyed.
With the warships of the Akyrian Empire lowering their flags and no longer appearing in Earth's orbit... with the nearly ten thousand strongest superwarships in the main fleet of the "Evil Dragons" being wiped out between Earth and Mars, reduced to heaps of cold metal fragments and no longer daring to chant slogans like "The Evil Dragons always repay their enemies"... with the planet Earth, an ignorant and backward little world among the advanced civilizations of the galactic universe, having returned to peace... the aliens who had fled to other planets to seek refuge during the crisis caused by the Akyrian Empire's proton weapons and the "Evil Dragons'" revenge fleet had, just as expected, begun returning in droves to this habitable vacation planet.
After all, for alien refugees, smugglers, thugs, fugitives, traveling merchants, and space pirates, Earth was an excellent place to live and hide, despite its backward facilities and nonexistent military strength!
Now that the crisis here had been completely resolved, and this inconspicuous planet in the solar system once again seemed safe, it was only natural that the alien lowlifes who couldn't make it on other planets would band together and return. They lined up at this concealed customs checkpoint beneath Manhattan, waiting to be inspected and admitted.
To these aliens, it was truly cause for celebration that this primitive, ignorant, backward blue planet had survived