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

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

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.

Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.

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.