And this type of doubting is why we can't have nice things.
On their way out the aliens even left a nice heart shape on Pluto, and what did we do?
Did we return their calls?
Did we friend them on galaxybook?
Nooo, we doubt whether they really love us while binge-watching Netflix with a nice tub of icecream fro 7000 years.
No wonder they resort to anal probing.