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"Sir, the 60's are being transmitted, in reverse!" The aliens were stunned into silence. The commander had to act fast and be bold. "We must stop the madness!"

His alien minions grabbed all the hippies and hipsters and shoved them into the UFO. "There will be no vinyls to jam out to on planet Simet!" the commander said.

"How will we survive unless we play electric triangles?", Hipster #1 asked.

"Electricity is so mainstream", Hipster #2 replied. "We really need to invest in rustic, hand-crafted bronze triangles if we want to make it through this alive."

"Bronze? Please. That's too mainstream" Hipster#3 scoffed. "The stone age is where it's at. We'll made everything using only rocks and bones." To this, Hipster#4 says

"Why even use any tools at all? We have hands for a reason! They are quite, shall we say, handy?" The other three hipsters groaned at the terrible pun.

"Hands are so mainstream, Michael." He stroked his beard and straightened his glasses. "I bet you like to walk on your feet too." It goes without saying, Michael was done.