[Holly]
[Walking towards her car] [Cop Car tires screech] [Nada]
[Takes Holly hostage] Take it easy.
Just want a little ride out of here.
[Pulls her into the car] Close the door.
Drive.
Not too fast.
[Cop cars go roaring past]
[SWAT team walks by] [Holly] They're gone.
[Nada]
[Sighs & uncocks his pistol; takes off his glasses] Just keep driving.
[Holly] Where am I going?
[Nada] You married?
[Holly] Yes.
[Nada] Please don't lie to me.
[Holly] No.
[Nada] Live alone?
[Sighs] Your place.
[Holly] I'd rather not do that.
[Nada] I'm afraid I must insist.
[Dog barks] [Neighbor] Hi, Holly.
[Waves][Holly]
[Waves back] [Neighbor 2] Hmph.
[Nada]
[Collapses on floor, huffing and puffing; takes off glasses] [Holly] Look, I don't know what you want.
[Nada] Oh, just quiet.
[Laughing] Whoo ...
It's like a drug. Wearing these glasses makes you high, but, oh, you come down hard.
Now look, things turned out a little sour for me today.
[Holly] You're not the only one.
[Nada] Yeah, well, I'm sorry. But I needed you to get away.
[Holly] No, you have two guns.
You're not sorry. You're in charge.
[Nada] Look lady, we're in trouble.
The whole world's in trouble. They're all around us, and we never knew it.
You can only see them with these special glasses.
I swear to you we're being controlled by these things! I don't know what they are, or where they came from, but we got to stop them!
[Holly] All right.
I'll do whatever you want ...
whenever you want. Just don't hurt me, please.
[Nada] Listen to what I'm saying to you.
[Holly] Okay. [Stands up]
You're fighting the forces of evil ...
that none of us can see without sunglasses.
[Nada] Take a look.
[Holly] If you want me to look through your sunglasses, I'll look through your sunglasses.
If I don't see what you see, I'm going to see it anyway.
[Nada] Yeah, you have it your way, huh?
[Holly] It's not my way. It's your way.
[Turns around and walks to the other couch] [Sits on couch] [Nada]
[Sighing] [Holly]
[Stands up] [Nada] Don't fuck with me.
[Holly] I'm thirsty.
[Nada] Go ahead.
[Holly]
[Walks to bar] [Comes back with glass and bottle of wine] [Nada] Look, uh,
I'm sorry I have to be here, huh?
[Holly]
[Pours herself a glass of wine] [Nada] So, your name's Holly, right?
[Holly] Holly Thompson.
[Nada] It's a pretty name.
So what do you do?
[Holly] Assistant program director, Cable 54.
[Nada] A TV station?
[Holly] Yes.
[Nada] They're sending some kind of signals out of TV sets.
[Holly]
[Swings around in a circle, and hits Nada with bottle; throws him out the window][Calls police] No, no. I'm all right.
Holly Thompson, 8634 Circleview Drive.
Yes, I'll hold.
[Sirens approach] [Nada]
[Escapes] [Sleeps in alley]***
[Nada]
[Walking to the worksite] [Man] Frank, we're ready when you are.
[Frank]
[Waves] [Gets himself some water] [Nada] Frank.
[Frank] Don't let nobody see you.
[Nada] I've had a rough couple of days.
[Frank] I don't want nothing to do with you.
How many people did you kill?
[Nada] Not people.
[Frank] You crazy son of a bitch!
[Nada] I got to show you something.
[Frank] No, you ain't showing me nothing!
I got a wife and kids. So, leave me alone.
Get out of here.
***
[Nada]
[Looks for glasses in trash can, but they aren't there] [Sees trash truck nearby]
[Opens Trash truck compartment]
[Jumps into trash truck] [Trash men] [Arguing] "Move your ass!" I'm tired of ...
Watch this ...
[Dumps trash out of truck] [Nada] Oh, no.
[Yelling] [Holds glasses box above his head as he's swept out of truck]
[Lands on the ground]
[Walks away with box of glasses] [Frank] Yo.
One week's pay.
[Throws the money into Nada's box] It's the best I could do. [Nada]
[Puts glasses on] [Frank]
[Turns around to leave] [Nada] Wait!
[Frank]
[Turns around] Hey, you better find yourself someplace to hide, and keep praying nobody ever finds you.
[Nada] Try these on.
[Frank] Look, you crazy mother ...
[Nada] Put these on.
[Frank] Hey, stay away from me!
[Nada] I'm telling you, you dumb son of a bitch --
[Frank]
[Hits Nada in the head] [Nada] I'm trying to save you and your family's life.
[Frank] You couldn't even save your own.
[Nada]
[Hits Frank who falls into the garbage can]I'm giving you a choice.
Either put on these glasses, or start eating that trash can.
[Frank] Not this year.
[Nada] Okay. All right.
Okay.
[Frank] Come on.
Come on.
[Nada & Frank swing at each other]
[Nada hits the ground]
[Frank hits the ground] [Nada] I don't want to fight you.
[Frank] Come on!
[Nada] I don't want to fight you.
Stop it!
[Frank] No!
[Nada]
[Hits Frank][Frank] Fuck!
[Nada]
[Picks up glasses][Frank] Shit!
[Nada] Put on the glasses.
[Frank]
[Hits Nada] [Nada on the ground]
[Nada on the ground again] [Frank]
[Helps Nada up] Man, I told you, I didn't want to be in --
[Nada on the ground again] [Frank]
[Lifts Nada up by the hair] [Nada]
[Hits Frank in the balls][Frank] You dirty motherfucker.
[Nada]
[Headbutts Frank onto ground] [Picks up glasses]
[Puts glasses in Frank's hand, and helps him off ground] Take a look. Put 'em on.
[Frank]
[Holds the glasses up,
then throws them on the ground and stomps on them] [Nada] No!
[Frank]
[Punches Nada, throws him on ground] [Frank]
[Picks up glasses ...
and throws them across the alley]
[Walks away] [Nada]
[Roaring, chases Frank and tackles him]
[Frank on ground] [Nada]
[Punches Frank] [Frank]
[Punches Nada] [Gets Nada in head lock] [Nada]
[Picks Frank up and falls backwards] [Frank] Shit.
[Nada & Frank]
[Growling and wrestling each other] [Frank]
[Bites Nada][Nada]
[Screams] [Frank]
[Punches Nada again and again] [Nada]
[Throws Frank to ground] [Nada & Frank]
[Growling and wrestling each other] [Frank]
[Knees Nada in the groin again and again and again] [Nada]
[Screaming] [Throws Frank to ground] [Picks up board and swings it at Frank again and again] [Frank]
[Picks up bottle] [Nada]
[Swings at Frank with board, and smashes car window] Oh, man, I'm sorry man.
[Drops board on ground] [Frank] You fuck!
[Hits car door angrily with bottle and breaks it] Fuck!
[Nada]
[Laughing] [Frank]
[Roaring, attacks Nada and wrestles him to ground] [Picks Nada up and punches him] [Nada]
[Hits Frank] [Frank]
[Hits Nada] [Nada]
[Has Frank in headlock] Put the glasses on!
Put 'em on!
[Frank]
[Stomps on Nada's foot,
lifts him in the air ...
and throws him on ground.] [Picks up glasses ...
and lays them on Nada's chest] [Out of breath] Fuck you.
[Nada]
[Throws glasses to the side and attacks Frank again][Picks Frank up]
[Throws him on ground]
[Picks up glasses, and puts them on Frank's eyes]
[Stands Frank upright] Look.
Look at them, they're everywhere.
[Corporate Ghoul]
[Speaking into her watch] Maybe they can see. Alley Fifth and Spring.
[Nada] Now hold on. You ain't the first son of a bitch to wake up out of their dream.
[Rumbling of flying saucer overhead] [Frank] What's that?
[Nada]
Brother, life's a bitch.
And she's back in heat.***
[Police siren] [Frank & Nada]
[Going into hotel] [Frank] I want a room.
[Nada] Ain't love grand?
[Watch TV; consume; conform; sleep; buy; submit] [Nada] Don't wear them glasses too long.
Starts to feel like a knife turning in your skull.
[Frank] How long have they been there?
[Nada] Who knows.
[Frank] What are they, where do they come from?
[Nada] Well, they ain't from Cleveland.
[Frank] Look, man, I don't need that kind of shit!
What are we going to do?
[Nada] We're going to wait.
[Frank] Wait, wait for what? You know, that really answers my fucking question.
[Nada] Well, when you get some kind of master plan ...
you let me know, huh?
[Frank] We can't be the only ones who can see.
We got to find the people who made these.
[Nada] Yeah, if any of them are still alive.
***
[Nada] A long time ago,
things were different, man.
My own daddy took me down to the river, kicked my ass, told me about the power and the glory. And I was saved.
He changed when I was little. Turned mean. Started tearing at me.
So I ran away when I was 13. He tried to cut me, once. Big old razor blade. Held it up against my throat. I said, "Daddy, please." He just kept moving back and forth. Like he was sawing down a little tree.
[Frank] Maybe they've always been with us. Those things out there.
Maybe they love it. Seeing us hate each other. Watching us kill each other off. Feeding on our own cold, fucking hearts.
[Nada] I got news for 'em. Going to be hell to pay. Because I ain't Daddy's little boy no more.
[Dave Hanson] Where did they come from? Why are they here? Why -- why clowns?
[Mike Tobacco] They are not clowns. Some kind of animals in the world that look like clowns.
Shit, Dave. Dave -- maybe they are the ancient astronauts, you know, that came to our planet centuries ago. And our idea of clowns comes from them.
[Dave Hanson] Well, how come they're not funny?
[Rich Terenzi] Maybe they are from a dying planet. Maybe their sun pooped out, and they need a new place to live.
[Mike Tobacco] Maybe they are using us for experiments to dissect and study.
[Dave Hanson] So that means they are intelligent. So why don't they communicate with us? I mean, talk to us, instead of killing us?
[Paul Terenzi] Maybe they are just cruising through the galaxy, and stopped here for a bite to eat.
--
Killer Klowns From Outer Space, directed by Stephen Chiodo
***
[Gilbert] Frank?
***
There's a meeting tonight. Be at this address at 11 o'clock.
Watch out no one follows you.
[Nada]
[Spins and clicks gun cylinder] [Gilbert] World needs a wake-up call.
We're going to phone it in.
[Nada]
[Puts gun in his pants]***
[Anarchist] Hey, brothers.
There's something new going down.
[Man] They're using candy floss packages.
It's like building a park for a toxic waste dump.
[Man 2] They colorized it.
[Man 3] Here's a list of safe houses. You're going to memorize it, and then destroy the paper.
[Woman] What's a safe house?
[Woman 2] What kind of gun is that?
[Woman] Hey, Frank.
[Frank] Hey.
[Woman] Hey, glad you made it.
Oh, you can take your sunglasses off. We're all human in here.
[Man] Memorize these safe houses.
Memorize these safe houses.
[Woman] Brand new.
Got the first shipment today.
They won't hurt. There's less interference.
Go ahead.
[Frank & Nada] [Put "contacts" in their eyes]
[Bearded Man] There is a signal broadcast every second of every day, through our television sets.
Even when the set is turned off. The brain receives the input ...
[Gilbert] Hey.
[Nada] Hi.
[Gilbert] You have any trouble getting here?
[Frank] No, we made it fine.
[Gilbert] Good, the city's crawling with cops looking for us. And most of the cops are human.
They've been told that we're commies trying to bring down the government. And some of them are being recruited. Creatures are trading wealth, power.
[Frank] You mean people are joining up with them?
[Gilbert] Most of us just sell out right away. Then all of a sudden we get promoted. Our bank accounts get bigger. We start buying new houses, cars. Perfect, isn't it?
We'll do anything to be rich.
[Bearded Man] Look around the environment we live in. Carbon dioxide, fluorocarbons, and methane ...
have increased since 1958. Earth is being acclimatized.
They are turning our atmosphere into their atmosphere.
[Frank] What do these things want and why are they here?
[Gilbert] It's in our best interests.
They're free enterprisers.
The Earth is just another developing planet.
Their third world.
[Bearded Man] We are like a natural resource to them ...
deplete the planet, move on to another. They want benign indifference. They want us drugged.
We could be pets. We could be food. But all we really are is livestock.
[Gilbert] Now, we need an assault unit.
Someone to hit them hard when the time comes.
You've got it.
[Man] Ever see their disappearing act?
[Nada] Once.
[Frank] What's that?
[Man] They all wear these expensive watches. Turns out they're really two-way radios. You can listen to their broadcast.
There's something else. Some kind of secret code, or hidden control.
They push a button, and then all of a sudden -- bang!
They're gone. I've been trying to figure it out.
While advances in robotics and information technologies may make it possible to perform many commercial activities with fewer employees in dangerous regions, those Americans who are overseas will be more isolated and dispersed. This complicates the main problems of NEOs: identification and notification of the individuals to be evacuated, identification of safe evacuation routes, and assessment of threats to the evacuation. Technology could diminish these problems. In the near future every American at risk could be equipped with an electronic individual position locator device (IPLD). The device, derived from the electronic bracelet used to control some criminal offenders or parolees, would continuously inform a central data bank of the individuals' locations. Eventually such a device could be permanently implanted under the skin, with automatic remote activation either upon departure from U.S. territory (while passing through the security screening system at the airport, for example) or by transmission of a NEO alert code to areas of conflict. Implantation would help preclude removal of the device (although, of course, some terrorists might be willing to remove a portion of the hostage's body if they knew where the device was implanted). The IPLD could also act as a form of IFFN (identification friend, foe, or neutral) if U.S. military personnel were equipped with appropriate challenge/response devices. Finally, such a device might eventually serve, like Dick Tracey's wrist radio, as a two-way communication channel permitting the NEO notification to be done covertly.
--
The Revolution in Military Affairs and Conflict Short of War, by Steven Metz and James Kievit
[Gilbert] All right, now everybody listen up. Now, we're obviously not getting to enough people ...
because look at our numbers tonight. There should be twice as many of us here. We're getting too sloppy, that's all there is to it. Now, their detection is becoming more effective. So we have to be more careful.
Stay aware of keeping up appearances.
Go to work, punch your time clocks. Do what's expected of you.
We've gotten reckless. And the movement's suffering for it.
[Danny] Time to stop talking about it,
trying to figure out how it happened. Now we start spilling some blood!
[Group clamors] Yeah! Yeah!
[Gilbert] Wait, wait, wait a minute, it's not working!
We don't stand a chance with a few guns and grenades.
[Danny] So what are we supposed to do?
[Gilbert] We bide our time. We seek out and locate their signal, and shut it off! Wake people up!
Now, Dave here works at KRDA.
Now he claims that the signal may be coming from one place.
[Holly] KRDA is clear.
The transmission is going out clean. The signal is coming from somewhere else.
[Crowd] [Grumbling] How does she know?
[Gilbert] All right, this is the point. It's important to find out exactly where this signal's coming from. And the only way we can do --
[Nada] I got to go talk to someone.
[Gilbert] If you're approached by anyone to work for these creatures, by all means accept.
Gain their trust.
Make them believe they can buy you off.
[Holly] Are you okay?
[Nada] Yeah, I'm okay.
[Holly] I thought I'd killed you.
[Nada] I thought so too.
[Holly] I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Look, I just want to --
Can we just --
[Explosion] [Gilbert] Get out!
[Continuous gun fire]
[Massacre] [SWAT Team coming in]
[Killing people] [Gilbert]
[Shooting cops]
[Cops shooting] [Gilbert dies] [Frank]
[Shooting] [Frank & Nada]
[Escape out the back door]
[Siren wails] [Holly]
[Escapes out back door]
[Runs away] [Shooting in alleyway between anarchists & cops][Nada]
[Shooting] [People screaming] [Frank] They're killing everybody.
[Nada] I got to find her.
[Frank] Wait a minute, man, are you crazy?
[Nada] I got to see if she's all right.
[Frank] Just stay back! There's nothing you can do out there.
If I can get this thing working, we can listen in.
[Nada] Frank ...
[Frank] What?
[Nada] Frank ...
[Frank] What?
[Nada] Frank ...
[Frank] What?!!!
[Nada] Get set to shoot.
[Frank] Oh, shit!
[Loud rumble] [Nada] What was that?
[Frank] I don't know.
[Drops watch on ground] [Watch has electricity moving through it]
[Explosion; hole opens up in the ground] [Woman's Voice] Attention, your wristwatch has malfunctioned.
This entryway is temporary, and will disappear in ten seconds.
[Nada] Get in there.
[Frank] What?
[Nada] Move.
[Frank] I don't know what's down there.
[Nada] Now!
[Frank] Oh, shit.
[Woman's Voice] Seven seconds.
Six seconds. Five seconds. Four seconds. Three seconds. Two seconds.
One second.
[Frank & Nada]
[Escape through hole]***
[Intercom] If you need assistance in finding your destination,
bilingual instructions are posted at the end of each corridor.
[Frank] What language is that?
[Nada] I don't know.
[Frank] Where the hell are we?
[Nada] I think we're under the city. Maybe some kind of underground base or something.
[Frank] There got to be a way out.
[Nada] I just hope that nobody saw us dropping in.
[Radio] Operation Steel Fist has been a complete success.
All security stations stand down to operational --
[Guard] Right.
[Radio] We have eliminated the terrorists.
[Guard] Okay.
We got 'em, we wiped them out!
[Guards] [Slap hands together] It's a win, man!
They got to meet the A-team.
[Distant applause][Nada] I'm hearing something.
[Applause closer] [Corporate Ghoul MC] Our projections show that by the year 2025, not only America, but the entire planet,
will be under the protection and the dominion of this power alliance.
The gains have been substantial, both for ourselves and for you,
the human power elite.
[Crowd]
[Clapping; yelling] [Corporate Ghoul MC] You have given us entree to the resources we need in our ongoing quest for multidimensional expansion.
And in return, the per capita income of each of you here tonight ...
has grown, in this year alone, by an average 39%.
[Crowd]
[Clapping; yelling] [Corporate Ghoul MC] And I've just received word that our forces have won a major victory.
The underground terrorist network has been destroyed here on the West Coast.
We are off crisis alert.
The situation is normal again.
[Crowd]
[Applause and cheers] [Drifter] How you doing boys?
I didn't know you'd been recruited.
Welcome aboard.
You know, you boys really should have dressed for the party ...
now you can afford it.
I got to tell you, I sure am proud to be here.
You seen the whole place?
[Nada] I haven't had a chance yet.
[Drifter] Come on, I'll show you around.
You know, I knew me and you had a lot in common ...
first time we met.
[Corporate Ghoul MC] Money isn't the nicest thing in life,
[Drifter] Hey, waiter,
[Corporate Ghoul MC] it's the only thing.
[Drifter] Thank you, buddy.
[Frank] Excuse me, where the hell are we?
[Drifter] Back stage at the show, boys. I'll admit, it is a little funky, but it serves its purpose. How did you get here, use one of these little portable jobs?
I know we ain't supposed to use them, except in cases of emergency,
but they're so much fun.
Now, you think that's something? Take a look at this.
Go on, take a closer look.
[Intercom] Attention commuters,
flight Alpha 7 to Andromeda is now ready for boarding.
Please step in to the transmission platform.
[Drifter] That's where they come from.
[Intercom] All carry-on luggage must be held securely.
Thank you for waiting, and we hope you have a pleasant trip.
[Drifter] I don't know how it works exactly, but it has to do with some sort ...
of gravitational lens deal -- bending the light, or some damn thing. But you can move from place to place,
world to world if you want to.
You see, the whole thing works like one big airport.
Boys, let me tell you, they got their act together.
Believe you me.
Evening, boys.
Looking sharp. Wait until you see what I'm going to show you now.
And here we got the brains of the whole operation. That's where the signal goes out from here to the satellite. We bump it out all over the world. Pretty fancy, huh? Not too familiar with it myself.
Well, boys, as far as we go.
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul] A technique called multispectral analysis.
This would allow space sensors to penetrate natural barriers and camouflage --
[Nada] Can you get us inside?
I've never seen the inside of a TV studio before. You look like the gentleman to ask.
[Drifter] Well, I guess it wouldn't be that much problem.
You see them boys over there? Friends of mine.
Hey, fellas, I got a couple of my buddies here.
Thought I'd give them the grand tour. Think we can go inside?
[Corporate Cop Ghoul] Be serious. You have your authorization cards?
[Drifter] Right here.
[Screams] [Frank & Nada]
[Start shooting] [Nada] Watch the door.
[Drifter]
[Moaning] [Nada]
[Knocks on the glass] Soundproof.
Where's that signal?
[Drifter] It's up on the roof, I think.
[Nada] Holly works in there.
If she made it, maybe we can find her. Then we can go to the roof and break that signal, man.
[Drifter] Wait, boys, wait, you're making a big mistake.
[Frank] You made the mistake.
[Drifter] No, no, you got to listen to me.
I thought you boys understood. It's business, that's all it is.
You still don't get it, do you boys? There ain't no countries anymore.
No more good guys.
They're running the whole show. They own everything -- the whole goddamn planet. They can do whatever they want. What's wrong with having it good, for a change? And they're going to let us have it good, if we just help 'em. They're going to leave us alone. Let us make some money. You can have a little taste of that good life too.
Now, I know you want it -- hell, everybody does.
[Frank] You do it to your own kind.
[Drifter] What's the threat? We all sell out every day. Might as well be on the winning team.
[Nada]
[Shooting] [Drifter] See you, boys.
[Disappears] [Nada] Let's go!
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul 1] Is this the two minute break, or the thirty second break?
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul 2] I think it's the thirty second break.
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul 1] They dropped 12, I guess we must be running long.
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul 2] I think so.
[Frank]
[Pulls pin from grenade and throws it] [Explosion] [Corporate Reporter Ghouls]
[Hide under desk] [TV Ghoul] We are experiencing a technical difficulty.
[Corporate Woman Ghoul] What the hell's going on?
Come on.
[People clamoring] [Corporate Woman Ghoul] Oh my God! No!
[Nada & Frank]
[Shooting] [Nada] Get down!
[Frank] Now what?
[Nada] Find out where the hell we are.
Excuse me.
[Frank] Come on, man.
[Nada] Wait a second.
Do you know Holly Thompson?
[Frank] Come on, man, I mean it.
[Nada] Holly Thompson, assistant program something-or-other. Where is she?
[Pregnant Woman] I, I ...
[Intercom] Security alert -- sections delta and x-ray report to the fourth floor immediately.
[Frank] Who's Holly?
[Woman]
[Screams] [Man] Oh, shit.
[Nada] Well, I hate to interrupt you folks,
but could someone please guide me how to get to the roof. Security.
How do I get to the roof?
[Woman] There's an elevator through there. Turn to your left, it's at the end of the hall.
Thank you very much.
***
[Frank] Well?
[Nada] Well, there's got to be more than one way to get up there.
[Security Guard] Security 9-5-0 ...
Lock the elevators down. They're on the move.
[Women]
[Scream] [Nada & Frank]
[Shooting] [Nada & Frank]
[Shooting] [Machine beeping] [Corporate Cop Ghoul 1] I hear them on the 19th floor above me.
[Corporate Cop Ghoul 2] We got you. We're on the 21st, we'll be waiting for 'em.
[Nada & Frank]
[Shooting] [Nada] Go up.
[Nada & Frank]
[Shooting] [Nada] Holly!
[Alarm beeps][Nada] Come on, come on!
[Intercom] Security alert.
Intruders are here -- head for the roof.
Repeat. Intruders --
[Nada]
[Shooting] Let's go!
[Holly] [Shoots Frank in the head]
[Gunshot] [Nada]
[On roof, looking at broadcasting equipment] Frank,
you and Holly clear?
[Holly] I'm clear. Are you?
Don't do it. Don't interfere, you can't win.
[Corporate Cop Ghoul] Drop your weapon.
[Nada]
[Drops his weapon] [Corporate Cop Ghoul] Stand away from the dish, or we will open fire.
[Holly] Come inside with me.
[Corporate Cop Ghoul] You have ten seconds. Nine. Eight.
Seven.
Six.
[Nada]
[Shoots Holly dead] [Points his gun at dish] Fuck it.
[Shoots the dish] [Corporate Cop Ghoul]
[Shoots Nada] [Broadcasting station explodes] [Nada]
[Gives the Corporate Cop Ghouls the middle finger]***
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul] The Oscar winners gave a press conference ...
and "How to Buy a Sailboat" as --
[Man] Gloria, you look like shit. I'm out of here.
[Corporate Reporter Ghoul] What happened? What's wrong?
[Corporate Expert Ghoul] All the sex and violence on the screen has gone too far for me.
I'm fed up with it. Filmmakers like George Romero, and John Carpenter, have to show some restraint. They're simply --
[Static] [Corporate Advertiser Ghoul] You're filled with lightning when you hit the road.
You're feeling that V6 power as you take control.
[Woman]
[Slaps Ghoul and walks away] [Corporate Advertiser Ghoul] Nothing can stop you now.
You're moving on.
[Corporate Ghoul] Hey, what's wrong, baby?
***