If the government wants him that bad, just think what a circus will pay for it.

Try nectar of the gods.

Sharon, that's the smell of fear.

Gus, it's the ghost of Spewy.

Well, I guess the rat's out of the bag.

And the remnants of last night's knish.

Let's get the hell out of here.

So, where's the apple of my thighs?

Just get him the hell out of here.

So where are the last unearthly remains of my spewing?

Gus, prepare yourself for the feel-good experience of a lifetime.

I mean, they might tease Spewy about the size of his bottom.

And it tastes kind of garlicky, especially after about the fifth helping.

Just get it the hell out of here so I can make some calls.

Oh well, maybe I can still squeeze a little beer money out of the government.

Ah, this is the magic moment when the children, oh, the dear, sweet, innocent children get to experience the magic of a creature from another world.

I pulled him out of the wreckage myself, as if that weren't obvious from the many love nips on my face.

Either that or a couple of those moles were experimenting in their underground lab and they blew up the joint.

It's a space alien, maybe he entered our galaxy through a black hole smells like he came to a sewer hole Kid I hate to disappoint you, but this is just that sick kid from down the block Out of his bubble