McNeal: Ladies and gentlemen, our course is clear. The time has come to knuckle under. To get down on all fours and really lick boot. Give our alien masters whatever they want a-
The TV cuts to static briefly then changes to Lrrr
Lrrr: People of Earth, I am Lrrr of the planet Omicron Persei 8. Is this thing on? Now then: We want the one you call "McNeal". Give us McNeal or we will lay waste to your cities with our anti-monument laser. We demand McNeal!
McNeal: Uh, as I was saying... mankind would sooner perish than kowtow to outrageous alien demands for this McNeal... whoever he is. Am I right?