The story so far:
Illegal aliens. No one likes them. A compound was just stormed to deal with them. There is a problem, however.
‘’Damn, I didn’t **** expect that!’’ one man comes out of a room, shaken like never before.
‘’What do you mean?’’ asks another man.
‘’Look in there for yourself!’’
‘’Probably more illegals than usual’’
The man enters the dimly lit room. There is a vintage TV set in front of him. Three figures are sitting in front of it.
He approaches the figures. Then, he simply freezes. Literally.
‘’What … the ****!??’’ he exclaims beyond belief.
‘’I told you!’’ the man who came here first shouts. ‘’They’re literal illegal aliens!’’
The man inside the room sees a gray, a winged Royal Draco and a Nordic. He has no idea what to say. The Draco stands up. He is twice as tall as the man. He(it?) hands the man a note
‘’WE ARE NOT ILLEGAL ALIENS. THIS PLANET IS OURS. WE WERE HERE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS BEFORE YOU.’’
It then turns around and sits down. The gray appears to be telepathically communicating with the Nordic and the Draco. This time, the gray stands up. A small creature, it hands another note
‘’WRONG UNIVERSE. WE ARE SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.’’
And the aliens vanish.