You're hanging out in your neighbor Bill's yard Sunday for barbecue. Suddenly, a flying saucer starts a dogfight with a dome-shaped crafted in the sky above. The dome loses, crashing nearby. The victorious saucer lands nearby to inspect the wrecked dome. Bill approaches the saucer, leaving the grill to you. Bill kicks open the saucer's door and confronts its occupants. Bill can't stand these alien heathen disturbing his sacred Sunday barbecue. Will Bill teach them a lesson they'll never forget?
It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. You're hanging out with your neighbor Bill as he grills up some brisket in the back yard. Without warning, a flying saucer starts a dogfight with a dome-shaped craft in the skies above. Colors whiz about in the sky. The sight is spectacular, but not to Bill. He has a singular focus this afternoon. Bill wants to grill.
Suddenly, the dome-shaped craft has metal chunks blown off. Sparks and debris rain down and Bill shuts the hood of the grill to shield the food. He waves his fist angrily at the sparring UFOs.
"I don't want no space junk gettin' in my beef!"
Moments later, the flying saucer deals the final blow and the dome tumbles to Earth, kicking up dust as it crashes just past the far end of Bill's property. Red-faced and fists clenched, Bill looks about ready to blow a fuse.
"Daggone aliens! It's SUNDAY!"
After the dust clears, the flying saucer gently lands nearby the wreckage of the dome-shaped craft. Bill hands you the tongs and approaches the victorious saucer. Even though it won the dogfight, its door did take a hit. Bill kicks the damaged door down with ease and shouts in his army voice.
"I got beef I wanna eat—and I got beef with you!"
Some confused vocal noises emanate from within the saucer, and then footsteps. Bill turns to you for a moment and calls out.
"Watch the steak!"