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A race of small, furry aliens make lunch out of the locals in a farming town.
Critter 1: They have weapons Critter 2: So what [Critter 2 is shot off the porch] Critter 1: Fuck!
[Johnny and Charlie makes an entrance by shooting up the house] Jay Brown: Brad, who did you bring? Brad Brown: Charlie and Johnny Steele. April Brown: Who?
Charlie McFadden: Call the Army! They're here.
Critter 1: Status report. Critter 2: Minor Damage. Critter 1: What now? Critter 2: Food!
[April and Steve are going out from the dinner] Jay Brown: Helen, have you... you know, talk to her, about the way things are? Helen Brown: Years ago. Jay Brown: Years?
[Critter finds an E.T. doll] Critter 1: Who are you? [Critter gets frustrated and bites its head off]
[Charlie lifts up Harv off of the floor with one hand] Charlie McFadden: I hope not you're take over our operation. Harv: Help... put me down... [Harv flies through the window and hits the ground]
[Transformer disguises himself as Charlie and turns towards the pool players] Charlie McFadden: Keep your shirt on asshole.
Ug: We're here for the Crites.
[Spaceship is landing on the yard] Critter 1: Critters mumble... Critter 2: Foood!
Brad Brown: Did you see that meteor? Jay Brown: I saw something. Brad Brown: Maybe it's a Russian spy probe on some sort of secret mission. Jay Brown: I think you watch too much TV.
