As I'm about to grant you starry-eyed rookies leave for the sake of peace-for-the-world partying, mind you this - if you spot a jolly big bastard in a flashy red attire, arriving in an Unidentified Flying Object, spouting gibberish, kindly remember your expert training and shoot it the hell down!!
The Muton Commander is very fricking real. And does not come bearing gifts by the way.
Alrighy, then, you merry bunch - permission to scoot!