Evil Aliens Page #2

in a system at the back of the house.

The hydrogen-sulphide it produces,

powers the whole place.

It needs maintanance, so...

Fast-gas for power...

Get the money first.

- Can you give us the pay you promised?

- Here you go...

There's money for nothing boys!

Daft bastards looking for aliens,-

- just 'cos some tourist

knocked up our little sis!

I'm still not convinced that

wasn't you, Llyr!

I'm sorry, but I was asleep

when you arrived.

I left you out some food.

Local recipe.

Mostly cow's-brain.

We could do with some sleep.

We got a busy day, filming, tomorrow.

How long is it to the Devil's-teeths?

My brother's don't approve of

what I'm doing.

- I hope they're not gonna be any trouble.

- Me too. They're mostly harmless.

A fellow

"Hitchhikers guide"- fan I see?

Yeah...

What did your brothers say?

That they've seen bad omens in the sky.

And that no proper christian

should go near those stones.

It's a cursed place.

There's an intriguing old legend

about the stones.

They're said to be the gate of hell.

Should the devil manage to escape

his prison...

the stones themselves

would cast him down from heaven.

Please, show me something.

One UFO, or a glims of an EBA.

Please...

Oh sh*t, I've overslept!

What the f***..?

The name is Gorman.

Gavin Gorman.

The only way that we can save

your planet, is if we copulate.

The dream... I must go back to my dream...

Please, wake up.

You got to believe me, I just seen one

of those FUO-thingies. Quick!

UFO!

How's that for a f***ing guy-shot!?

Do you like it, big boy.

God! Gavin, Candy?!

Get the f*** out of here!

Dreadfully sorry to interrupt...

Candy... UFO... saw... grab you camera!

Perhaps we should phone SETI?

You didn't wrote down it's sky-quadrant?

Seti, is that got to do with a sofa?

- No, no. SETI, Search for

Extraterrestrial Intelligence.

I don't think little miss tits'n ass

is down with any kind of intelligence.

She probably dreamt it.

Page one, the actors handbook:

Use your bleeding imagination!

- No fence.

- None taken!

Who'd do that?

- Maybe the visitors way of communication?

- I don't think visitors would use 6" nails.

That's f***ed up!

F***in hell, disgusting!

We can't leave it like that.

Someone's got to kill it.

Come on guys,

it'll be a mercy-killing.

Those farmers really freak me out...

Thank you...

I knew you'd reveal something to me.

As head of B.U.R.C.,-

I hereby welcome you to our humble planet.

Why not...

May you live long, and prosper.

It's amazing, a crop-circle.

Real proof of alien-visitation.

There's no doubt about aliens now.

- It's a first time for everything.

- Get the camera, and film this.

- This is proof.

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