Edgar: I go out, I work my butt off to make a living. All I want is to come home to a nice clean house with a nice fat steak on the table, but instead I get this. It looks like poison. Don't you take that away, I'm eating that, damn it! It is poison, isn't it? I swear to God, I would not be surprised if it was, the way you skulk around here like a dog that's been hit too much, or ain't been hit enough, I can't make up my mind! You're useless, Beatrice. The only thing that pulls its weight around here is my goddamn truck!
[The Bug's flying saucer smashes into Edgar's truck. Edgar comes out of the house to look at the damage]
Edgar: Figures.
Beatrice: What the heck is it, Edgar?
Edgar: Get your big butt back in the house.
[Beatrice goes back inside, while Edgar loads his shotgun and stands over the smoking crater where his truck was parked]
The Bug: [The Bug orders Edgar, yet the viewer cannot see the creature as it is in the crater] Place projectile weapon on the ground.
Edgar: You can have my gun.... when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.
The Bug: Your proposal is acceptable. [A long arm with long, bony digits grabs Edgar, pulls him into the crater and consumes him]
[The Bug's flying saucer smashes into Edgar's truck. Edgar comes out of the house to look at the damage]
Edgar: Figures.
Beatrice: What the heck is it, Edgar?
Edgar: Get your big butt back in the house.
[Beatrice goes back inside, while Edgar loads his shotgun and stands over the smoking crater where his truck was parked]
The Bug: [The Bug orders Edgar, yet the viewer cannot see the creature as it is in the crater] Place projectile weapon on the ground.
Edgar: You can have my gun.... when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.
The Bug: Your proposal is acceptable. [A long arm with long, bony digits grabs Edgar, pulls him into the crater and consumes him]
Edgar : I go out, I work my butt off to make a living. All I want is to come home to a nice clean house with a nice fat steak on the table, but instead I get this. It looks like poison. Don't you take that away, I'm eating that, damn it! It is poison, isn't it? I swear to God, I would not be surprised if it was, the way you skulk around here like a dog that's been hit too much, or ain't been hit enough, I can't make up my mind! You're useless, Beatrice. The only thing that pulls its weight around here is my goddamn truck!
[The Bug's flying saucer smashes into Edgar's truck. Edgar comes out of the house to look at the damage]
Edgar : Figures.
Beatrice : What the heck is it, Edgar?
Edgar : Get your big butt back in the house.
[Beatrice goes back inside, while Edgar loads his shotgun and stands over the smoking crater where his truck was parked]
The Bug : [The Bug orders Edgar, yet the viewer cannot see the creature as it is in the crater] Place projectile weapon on the ground.
Edgar : You can have my gun.... when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.
The Bug : Your proposal is acceptable. [A long arm with long, bony digits grabs Edgar, pulls him into the crater and consumes him]
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