Whether you were introduced to Jack Handey through Saturday Night Live, his pieces in The New Yorker, Outside and Playboy, or one of his many collected works, including Deep Thoughts, Deeper Thoughts or Deepest Thoughts, his humor, born from Steve Martin's "Jerk Humor," plays the fool again in these longer essays. Essays/bits/theories (I'm not sure WHAT to call them)vary from why your skeleton should be as scary as possible after you die to how he'd film a nature documentary. In addition to the new material, several old facetious favorites from the New Yorker and sketches from Saturday Night Live including "Toonces, the Driving Cat!" complete this wacky work. Handey is the quirkiest, funniest American humorist writing today.

In the title essay, Handey explains his unique approach to diplomacy in the cosmos [as told to the Martians keeping him prisoner]:

You claim there are other intelligent beings in the galaxy besides Earthlings and Martians. Good, then we can attack them together. And after we're through attacking them, we'll attack you. I came here in peace, seeking gold and slaves. But you have treated me like an intruder. Maybe it is not me who is the intruder, but you. No, not me -- you, stupid.