What ' s up , is my tumescent and throbbing member that has been occupied by an alien life form . I am deathly afraid that it will imminently explode and spray alien spore throughout my neighborhood . Leading to a race of alien overlords that are addicted to noise and industrial music . I hear the horrendous strains of experimental music rumbling through my scrotum and penis as I void stream after stream of polluted and foul smelling alien piss . On a molecular , nay an atomic level , I feel myself slowly being transformed into a vessel for their spawn . Slowly but surely I am rotting and dying so that they may conquer our weak planet and ship the survivors to a dark corner of their galaxy where the lone human survivors will slave under their nefarious yoke .