A snarling tentacled beast from beyond the nightmares of H. R. Geiger advanced on the extras, shrugging off their laser fire and disemboweling them with the merest flick of his clawed tentacles. Suddenly(dramatic chord) a golden boomerang flies into view and lodges itself up the alien's... we'll, let's just say that it lodged itself in a painful place below the waist and given that the alien is male, it narrows it down somewhat. Words appeared behind him, accompanied by narration.
"Enema."
A flying can of Foster's(TM) hit him on the head and exploded.
"Beer"
The now half gold, half brown boomerang (gross gross gross gross gross gross) extracted itself from Where The Sun Don't Shine, flew into a nearby lake, came out clean, and attached itself to the golden stump of a bystander's left hand. The man had huge feet, long hair and a beard and was wearing leather sandals, green shorts, an orange t-shirt, armor over the right side of his chest, a belt with a golden "O" on it, and one of those Australian outbacking hats.
"Superhero"
"G'day! I'm Outbackman, now how'bout you leaving those giffry groots alone before I balkawazza up your gogojundel again?"
As the monster struggled to understand the ozzie-speak, he was mildly annoyed by a light stinging on the back of his head. He turned around and got a small, soggy wad of paper in his eye. He turned around to see a 15-year old kid wearing khakis, a green shirt, a brown trench coat, a backwards baseball cap and a pair of green sunglasses.
"Another Superhero"
"Yo!" he said, stepping on the captioning, "You mess with him, and you mess with the me, the Green Spitwad! Now back off, or I'll bust a cap up your ass(tm)!"
The monster didn't back off and Green Spitwad Busted A Cap Up His Ass(tm), sending him runnning for the hills.
"Thanks for the help, mate! You're no drongo!"
"Uh, yeah. Whatever man."
"Hey, look! There's another of those wazzachunders!"
"What, the alien monster?"
"That's what I said, mate. Same battle plan?"
"Why not?"

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