Pierre: There’s something in our sunroom.
Newton: What is it?
Pierre: *sniff* It’s not from around here.
Newton: Do you think it came from outer space? I thought things from outer space were round. Like the moon.
Pierre: It’s not the moon, Newton.
Newton: How would you know? I’m not getting too close, just in case.
Pierre: Because the moon is made of cheese. I smelled it, and it’s not cheese.
Newton: That’s a shame. I could use a snack.
Newton: Well, if it’s not the moon, maybe I’ll… Hey, there’s something moving under there. I bet it’s an alien!
Pierre: There aren’t any aliens in our sunroom.
Pierre: Stand back, I’ll take a look.
Pierre: No, there are no aliens under here.
Pierre: Maybe I can get it to stop making a racket under there if I destroy its saucer.
Newton: HEY! You said it wasn’t made of cheese. No fair snacking without sharing!
Newton: Let me in there. I’ll get the cheese! Ugh, this is the worst cheese ever.
Pierre: *sigh* Do you see what I live with?
