Like a Glove
Alien No.1: Crash or no crash, this doesn’t change the mission.
We’ll carry out the study as planned.
Alien No.2: No doubt the humans will have heard that crash… we’d better suit up.
Alien No.1: Right, the COSTUMES. How am I supposed to fit seven fingers into one of THESE?
Alien No.1: AUGH. At least it’s only for a few hours.
Alien No.2: Actually, we’ll have to wait for a rescue party. That could take two Earth weeks.
Alien No.1: Two weeks?
Alien No.1: (attempts to hold up fingers, but is restrained by the costume) That’s FOURTEEN days!
Smooth Move
Alien No.2: Someone’s coming. Follow my lead. DON’T PANIC.
Trucker: You boys okay? I heard you crash your truck or whatever.
Alien No.2: Uh… we… er
Alien No.2: You see… we… it’s… I…
Trucker: What’s going on here?
Alien No.1: Don’t panic, huh? Real SMOOTH with the finger toxins.
Alien No.2: He’ll be fine. Oh, unless death is permanent for humans.
We should probably put that in the study, huh?
