You are walking down the road, some random suburban town in the United States. Over yonder, you hear something explode and some gunshots, typical American day. It's probably just some celebration. But then they get closer, and you freeze. You then see it. The thing. The big fat juicy subject of today. A dude looking to be in his twenties to early thirties, redheaded, sporting a goatee of the same color. He wears black boots, a black shirt with a blue alien on it, black robes, black sunglasses, and jeans. He holds a bottle of rum, and in his other hand, a rocket launcher. He then turns to you. Oh boy. What do you do?