Suddenly a deep voice said: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Graeme and Clive turned around as they had inspected the burning car. Then an alien stepped out of the darkness after lightning a cigarette. "Put... the phone... down," he said slowly with his hands raised to show that he means no harm.

Clive let out a small laugh in shock and collapsed, while Graeme stared in bewilderment. "Oh, fuck me," the Alien mumbled under his breath after Clive had fainted.

"What have you done to him?!" Graeme then exclaimed when Clive had fainted. "I didn't do anything to him. He fainted," the alien replied. "Yeah, but you... you made him faint," Graeme stuttered back. "Yes, but it's not like I set my phaser to "Faint"," the alien said with a hint of annoyance.

"You've got a phaser?!" Graeme then asked with shock-excitement.

"No, I don't. Look!" The Alien said with not very happy tone, almost like he was in a hurry. "Listen. Hey. I really need your help. OK? Can we get this guy back onto your wagon?"

Graeme stammered for a bit before asking: "Are you an alien?"

"To you, I am. Yes," the Alien replied.

"Are you gonna probe us?" Graeme then asked.

"Why does everyone always assume that? What am I doing? Am I harvesting farts? How much can I learn from an ass?!" The Alien snapped back with annoyance.