THREADJACK BA BA BAAAAH
[AND HERE COMES THE HERBIVOROUS CAVALRY, still in his Snuggie, holding the hem up with one hand and brandishing his well-worn wooden practice sword in the other. He rounds the corner, shouting:]
Out, out of our home, you villains! You scoundrels! Whoever you may—
[and he freezes, mid-brandish, and stares at the scene before him in wide-eyed shock.]