ALIEN: Cower, humans! Why do you not bow before your new overlords?
HUMAN: No, yeah. It’s just…you look a lot like horses.
ALIEN: Your earth-rivers will run red with human blood.
HUMAN: Here, have a sugarcube.
ALIEN: A cube made of sugar?
ALIEN: Watch as my laser eviscerates your puny man-spleen, humanoid.
HUMAN: My, what a shiny coat you have.
ALIEN: Thank you.
HUMAN: Giddy up, Bessie!
ALIEN: It’s Blorg, servile human.
HUMAN: Sorry. Should I get off?
ALIEN: No. This feels incredible.
HUMAN: Do you want to put this metal bit in your mouth, maybe?
ALIEN 1: It doesn’t add up. We have better technology, better weapons…yet we can’t seem to conquer Earth.
ALIEN 2: Hey have you had one of these sugarcubes yet?
ALIEN 1: No. Good?
ALIEN 2: Unreal.
ALIEN: You know, I wasn’t always a horse.