Mebber,
Xenomorph,
15 years ago
Mebber is just too sluggard to travel in a galaxy far, far away, so he calls his ol' buddy Schrotty via phone to simply beam that damn skull back on earth right into Mebber's hand.
MY SKULL
Oh wait, sheesh, beaming failure because Schrotty is a fat old drunk. Instead of the skull he beamed a stinky tribble to Mebber, and the skull is now lost somewhere in the unlimited wideness of space.
NO ONES SKULL
Shit will be one helluva arduous easter-search this year.