Stick all the bits of brain in a plastic bag, Barry.
I'm a Derek and Dereks don't run!
Stay where you are then, and I'll give you an eye witness description of this, intergalactic wanker!
The headshot's the only true stopper.
What are you dirty hooers doing on my planet?
Well this sure has buggered your plans for conquering the world, eh? Hehe... my friend, the astro-bastard, time for talkies. By the time my colleagues get here I want to have you babbling in some extra-terrestrial language!
Eat lead sucker!
I'm coming to get you bastards. [laughs in a mad way]
I'm born again!
The old magic is still there.
The bastards have landed!
I think Derek's turned his toes up, guys.
I think this is a job for real men!
[drinking bowl of alien vomit] Aren't I lucky, I got a chunky bit!
[on the radio] I think you better kill him Barry.
Jeez, he could be from the ministrie of works or somthing.
Nah, hes moving too fast.
Why can't aliens be friendly?
There's no glowing fingers on these bastards, we've got a bunch of Extra-Terrestrial psychopaths on our hands, like a visit from a planet full of Charlie Mansons, they've started on something small, its my guess they'll go onto something bigger next time, Christchurch, Wellington...
Yeah well that wouldn't be so bad.
This isn't gonna be another false alarm like the Manor Street invasion over there, is it?
Well, how do you explain the disappearance of an entire township, Frank? Oh! The Kiwi Jonestown, of course, that's it! Drinking beer laced with cyanide from little polystyrene cups.
Well, I guess we'll have to issue a gun to Ozzy.
Yeah, but don't forget about his personality disorder.
What are we gonna do if we're spotted, Frank?