I know this is shallow and making unbiased assumptions, but the ruff-like necks make me imagine them as very proper, refined Dr Who aliens who only want a nice cup of tea, a finger sandwich and a civilised chat about things.

In fact, if they are Tony's giant, glow-worm headed, starfish handed parents, I hope that rather than a final battle they just send him to sit on the naughty moon and think about what he has done.

Finally! My nanowrimo plot.