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a phase anyway.

Yeah, I know, but don't they know

how ridiculous they look?

Puny, puny earthlings,

I, Ro-Man, am your new master.

Worship my superior intelligence

or I shall wipe you

from the face of the planet.

Uh, give us a break, Ro-Man.

Lose the deep-sea helmet, guy,

and quit monkeying around.

Medusa's been getting

a lot of fan mail lately.

Hey, listen, I called

that TV guy, Norton.

He's gonna come by a little later

and check out the dish.

If it starts acting up again,

just turn it off until he gets here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go on,

go on, get outta here.

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Careful, Grampa!

What the Sam Hill?

Watch out, Grampa,

you're gonna break it again!

Hey, this looks like a cool movie.

Hey, he's a gross

lookin' booger, ain't he?

I'd nuke that sucker!

Well, do something,

you ugly bastard!

Man, this is the dumbest movie

I ever saw.

What a bunch a crud.

All you phone freaks

out there stay tuned.

Oh, boy!

We're gonna open up the call lines

to see what you perverts are up to.

And Medusa wants

to hear wants to hear

some real...

kinky...

nightmares.

Hmm?

Great balls of fire!

Did you see somethin', boy?

You know what the Sam Hill it was?

It-it looked like a- a monster.

There's no such thing

as monsters, boy!

It was a God dang burglar!

Let's move out!

It looked... weird.

Sometimes them burglars

wear Hallyween masks.

They scare the poop outta ya.

You get the jackets,

I'll break out the fire power.

Survival ranger's first priority

is defend the home unit.

- You got that, boy?

- Yes, sir!

Remember what I taught you

about the 30-round magazine, boy?

I remember, Grampa.

All right, boy, let's go!

Come on, Mr. Putterman.

I don't have all night here.

Remember boy, best way

to stop the enemy- brain shot!

What a tool job.

Stan, the man.

Put, the putz.

Can't even get a Heinie

for the road.

Did you hear that?

I'll be a God danged

son of a gun!

They're stealin' the radar.

What the hey?

Stay right where you are!

Hey, guys?

It's me, Norton.

Remember, Norton,

the satellite guy.

What the heck

are you doin' out here?

Hey, no problem, sir.

Uh, Mr. Putterman called me

to come check out the dish.

I rang the front bell,

but nobody was home.

We thought we saw a burglar.

Did you see anyone?

No, not me, guy.

You wouldn't by any chance

have one a them

Hallyween masks

in there, would ya?

Uh, listen, old fella, I'm just here

to check out the dish.

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