Farmer: (notices spaceship crash on his farm in the distance) OH GOD NO, MY MARIJUANA PATCH! I mean uhhh, my carrot patch. Uh... YEAH. (approaches crashed spaceship) Guess I'll do what any sensible Middle American would do in this situation (pulls out rifle): GIT MAH GUN!
Spaceship: Hello and welcome to Earth: with open bar.
Farmer: (notices Raditz getting out of his ship bathed in blue light) HOLY CRAP, IT'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOG! Oh wait, no... It’s an alien! HOLY S***, IT'S AN ALIEN!
Raditz: Finally, on this dead plan... (notices teeming wildlife) wait... what the crap? Did Kakarot screw this up? Oh, go***mnit! I knew we should have sent Turles.
Farmer: (thinking) I better think of something cool to say to make him stop (cocks gun, then shouting) HEY YOU! (thinking again) Genius, farmer... Genius.
Raditz: Aw, look at him! He thinks he's people. What's your power level, little human? Five, huh?
Farmer: (shoots) PROTECT ME, GUN!
Raditz: (catches the bullet) Hey! No! Bad human! (flicks it back)
Farmer: Damn it, I voted for Bush.
Raditz: Bad! Now get back up and say you're sorry. (Farmer doesn't move) Human? Huuuman? (sighs) So this is why dad said I couldn't keep Appule.
Me: *walks in* what the-