Pasadena, California – The repairsThe big and decidedly overweight guy was busy, with cement and trowel, attempting to repair the large hole in the wall made earlier by the alien device.
"What about giving me a hand here, instead of standing there like a lamp post?" exclaimed the fat guy.
"I didn’t know you were such a good bricklayer too."
"Stop being an imbecile and pass me those bricks. I'm dying of heat.”
"Take it more slowly, what’s the hurry?"
"There’s no hurry, you say? And if the owner of the house should arrive, how are we going to justify this hole? We’ll say a meteorite fell on us, shall we?"
"It wouldn’t be bad as an excuse."
“Stop talking nonsense. Let’s try and mend this damage quickly and then let’s see if we can flog our alien gizmo."
"What did you have in mind?" as
