Commie ghosts what don't know they're dead. Hoping to steal our rockets so they can fly up and paint the moon pink and draw a Lenin face on it.

Jimmy? Little Jimmy - my, how you're grown up. So good of you to come visit your grandma.

Who are you, that do not know your history?

Also, I might have... umm... sort of... plowed his daughter. A little.

Well, says No-bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.