The Earth and the Moon are made of the same stuff. Or they're supposed to be.

[Awkwardly Julien raises himself nearly upright and puts his head between his wings.]

I know. I know. We're all... I don't want to die like this. [He makes no indications about if he means dying while bird-shaped or in an alien invasion.] And I know no one asked me and it doesn't matter what I think, okay, I know things aren't fair.