Misunderstanding

"The hell is wrong with him?" an alien whose name translates to Kate asked the commander.

"I have no idea," replied the commander, whose name translates to Aiken. "But he's freaking me out."

"They have these things called Nazis, and they try to rid the world of bad people," said the subject of the conversation, whose name roughly translates to Feet. "But they send them to summer camps! Isn't that sweet!"

"But Feet, Aren't those guys dead?"

"No, I don't think so. They're trying to create peace by creating something called an Aryan race."

The commander looked at Kate strangely. "So, why should we go there?"

"We should help them!" Feet replied with wide eyes. "They are trying to get what we've achieved. Peace."

"Carbon-based lifeforms are so last eon, feet," Kate said.

"She's right. Plus, you saw what happened on Pluto. We try to help the little guy, and he got disowned by his solar system."

"What if we align the stars for the Nazis? I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"We annihilate another planet?" Kate suggested.

"We help someone who doesn't deserve it," added Aiken.

"World domination?"

"They could come after us."

"We could end up infested with them like we did the damn Martians."

"Dammit!" Aiken stepped on a small red rock creature. "I hate these damn things."

"We should really stop checking on the Milky Way," Kate suggested.

"Agreed. Come on, Feet. Let's go check on Betelgeuse."

"I think I left some Gleptons on Betelgeuse. Need to get those for 4/20/420420."

"Ah yes, that is coming soon. Are you coming, Feet?"

He watched again as the mustached man began to speak in a strong language he'd never heard before, then sighed and nodded. "I guess if the stars align for them, things will just work out."

"Come on Feet, let's go get some Gleptons."