hello, mr. president. how's my favorite patient? any tenderness?
not too terrific, sir. i apologize for the interruption but something very unusual has reared its ugly head in outer space, and it looks like the earth's caught in a crossfire.
sac wouldn't know what to look for, sir. because these black arachtoids are cleverly hidden inside a huge thundercloud.
hit smolensk and precipitate a thermonuclear war, mr. president.
a thermonuclear holocaust, sir. these creatures from planet 10 are ready to exploit soviet-american tensions and get us to blow each other off the face of the earth, sir, if necessary.
excuse me a moment, mr. president. we're talking to the cloud right now.