You sat in the backyard of Duke's trailer home. The weasel is staring wide-eyed AND wide-mouthed at the night sky, unblinking. Just when you though the poor old man was dead-

"Woah! Ey, EY!" Duke snaps his fingers and points at the sky. "UFO. That there was a dang UFO."

You try to figure out a way to tell him that it was just a passing satellite.