Fred: God damn those
mooninites to hell! A bunch of them came in the night, shaved the dogs, took
all the tea cups and spread
moon dust everywhere.
George: Don't worry mate. I've got my hands on a few sticks of mooninite. Call Bill, we'll need his car. We're gonna blow their little arses back to the moon. Oh yeah, and bring the itching powder and bleach, we'll giv'em a little something to send them on their way.