"Good work? You're going to turn him into another bloody Murdoch!"

[George is holding his communicator in one hand and filming himself as he waves cheerfully. He turns the camera briefly to show a group of aliens sat at a small table amidst what looks like a futuristic street fair who are waving cheerfully back. They are about nine feet tall, and hairy, with sharp talons on their fingers. They are wearing breathing-masks. They are also wearing slacks and crisply pressed button-down shirts. The camera turns back on George, as he continues to stride through the bazaar.]

I've just been speaking to some terribly nice Martians about Martian Jesus! I'm afraid a good deal of it all went straight over my head, but they did give me book which...

[George glances down at, presumably, the book in his hand.]

...appears to be about the Greek God Dionysus. I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but it was quite kind of them nevertheless. They also tested my levels of stress, although I really don't believe I'm under any undue amount of it, and invited me to come to their church tomorrow, although I think I'm going to decline.

[George draws closer to his communicator and imparts in a hushed voice:]

I believe they may have been Mormons.

[He draws back and makes a face that's equal parts "yikes", and "Mormons: whattayagonnado? They're really nice and it's hard to hold it against them".]