Antenna Head by ZZ Top / I Got A Rocket In My Pocket by Jimmy Lloyd
Kimar: Well now that Mars is back to normal, it seems that I must bid you farewell Mike Check and Earth friends.
Jimdar: Wait?! Are you forgetting one thing Kimar? You are releasing Mike Check even after that earth cretin Kcufed my wife with his greezy Earthling hands?! Perhaps Mars would have been better off with STAN in charge!
Kimar: Jimdar! I really have had enough of this “anger” of yours! You are know angering me!
Jimdar: Well go Kcuf yourself (*punches Kimar and they get into a scuffle*)
Clairedar: Cease fighting! This was all the fault of myself. I was the Martian that tricked Mike Check into pleasuring my antenna. It is I that should be I facing any punishment.
Mike’s Daughter (*whispers to Mike Check*): You did what dad???
Mike Check (*whispers to back to his daughter*): How would I know that their antennas were used for that there darlin’?
Jimdar (*to Clairedar*): Of course! Just like you have let every male on Mars pleasure you antenna!
Clairedar: Negative. It was my intention with Mike Check to make you, as the Earthlings say, “jealous”.
Angry Jim (*comes out of unconsciousness and interrupts*): I don’t know who the **** you ***holes are, but I had lost my wife a year ago…when she moved all the way to the Canary Islands and never came back! I used to obsess all the time about how my wife was a two-timing whore who was sleepin’ with that Johnny Age ever since I tripped over a wet skateboard on my front porch. But now I’ve come to learn how to forgive and forget…I mean our tomorrows are not guaranteed, so you Martians should learn to be a little kinder to one another?
Mike’s daughter (*stunned*) Jim? What’s gotten into you? You’re so…positive right now?
Angry Jim: Ahhh, go **** yourselves! I’m already sick of this ****ing planet! And when are those other Depend…no…those three “Crapvengers” waking up so we can get our *** rocket ship home!?
Jimdar: This angry Earthing speaks logically. Clairedar, my apologies for my behavior. What can I do to keep you mine?
Clairedar: Why do you not request Checkdar to play me a song?
Jimdar: A song?! Negative! Such foolish noises—
Angry Jim: For **** sake! Why don’t ya pointy “Antenna Heads” just shut the **** up and play some **** ZZ Top!
Jimdar: This ZZ Top? I think I am enjoying their southern American style of Rock and/or Roll. Perhaps this “music” is not so vile after all. My gratitude Angry Jim.
Angry Jim: Why thank ya, and go **** yourself!
Jimdar: Negative! You go Kcuf yourself!
Mike Check (*interrupts*): Fellers! Fellers! Our job is done. So Doc, take us home would you there feller?
Doc Brown: Well Mike, there’s a slight problem, Khali’s spacecraft is destroyed and we cannot all fit in my Deloreoan—
Kimar: There’s no need for that. Allow me take you back in my personal Flying saucer.
Gaiedar: Wait! (*shouts and runs up to Mike Check*) Mike Check! Wait! Before you leave, I have a gift for you. But do not use it until you get back to Earth. (*slips something into Mike’s pocket*)…However, if you prefer to stay, I will allow you to slip a rocket shaped object of your own into my pocket, if you understand my meaning? Hga hga hga!
Mike Check: Ah, no thank you there feller. Kimar, please hurry and take us back NOW!