Twilight Zone : Picture this, a scenario where all of humanity has been transferred to Planet Blorf, for the purpose of free labor, but every Saturday night, there is a reprieve in which "known" human entertainments are performed by Planet Blorf aliens for the amusement of the "humans".

Straight man Blorf Citizen: "Human, baseball players today have strange names, because they are hairless apes and are genetically inferior. For instance, one ape is named Who and he plays first base"

Comedic Blorf Citizen: "Yes..."

Anyway, it just didnt work, and all the humans perished from boredom, not just because of the lousy entertainment, but because the labor required was rating the relative quality of kitchen sponges.

I mean, the entire human population???