Weiner of Our Discontent

Roger the Alien: [In front of Storage Unit] BEHOLD, my fortress of solitude.

Stan Smith: [whistle] Impressive.

Fat Guy: Afternoon, Sotineers. Strawberry Coors, it something I invented, I take a regular Coors and I drink it through a twizzler, you see.

Stan Smith: I really Like your roommate.

[Roger opens his storage slightly and rolls through opening]

Stan Smith: Nice touch, with the rolling. Don't want open the door too wide, and let disability check Dan there, See your...

[in awed my Roger's slightly damaged spacecraft]

Stan Smith: fortress of solitude. Oh, good lord, it's real.

Roger the Alien: You know Stan, it's too bad. I actually liked Francine, the rest of them can suck it, but Francine I hate to see die.

[climbs into his ship]

Stan Smith: [Nervously] Roger, we... we joke a lot, me and you. But you know, that deep, deep in my heart, I've always loved...

Roger the Alien: TOO LATE STAN! YOU'VE SEALED YOUR FATE AND NOW...

[Roge press a button, and nothing happens]

Roger the Alien: Something's wrong. What the? Why isn't this

[Roger frequently press a lot of random button]

Stan Smith: [discovers a note taped behind the craft's review mirror and then read it out loud] "Dear human who discover, this wreck please disregard it. We crash this ship into your planet to test new safety features, because we care about our customers. The alien inside, is merely a crash test dummy who most likely died within impact."

Roger the Alien: Crash test dummy? But they told me...

Stan Smith: AH HA HA, the decider, that is classic I am loving this,

[laughs hysterically]

Roger the Alien: No, no this can't be.

Fat Guy: Excuse me, gentlemen. If I just found out I am the Lindbergh baby, whom do I tell?