Aliens have landed and are ready to attack. My drunken and terrified friends fall out of their stilted bungalow onto the street. They urinate profusely in fear. They are silhouetted by the lights of the spacecrafts and their pee splashes and glows. They stagger uncontrollably toward the waiting crafts. From the side I can see the aliens, wearing maroon uniforms and shorts, crouched behind the saucers, their ray guns held ready.