We first get a message from the us government concerning the wearabouts of a lost spaceman.
The Government brings in a shipment of 400-900 burlap sacks each containg a spaceman from a different planet.
We then Cram the spaceman (sometimes 2 or 3 at a time) into a high powered industrial canon that will fire them in the vague direction they point when we ask "where is your planet?"
We take aim and fire. Knowing we have done our good deed of the day.
Sometimes if we miss our mark or aim the canon straight into the earth for kicks. The aliens usually get splattered against a local kindergarten playground, or just get eviscerated by the earths crust.
Really these guys are just little balls of gel. They really do splatter like rotten tomatos when fired at a brick wall point blank.
We all graduated middle school. That counts for something right?