ARLEN, TEXAS, 2001

The theorist expounded to his friends.

"They're a group of fanatical bigots called The Order Of The Ancient Destroyer. They run everything, and ruthlessly eliminate anyone who gets in their way. My life may be forfeit for me telling you this."

Hank Hill put his hand to his head.

"Dale--please, not today."

"You can laugh, Hank. But they worship a three-headed space dragon called King Ghidorah, and believe that only humans will be fit to live in space."

"Dale--humans can't live in space. There's no air!"

"Hmeeidopjjdyyteellyouwhatspaceconspiracy!"

"Yeah, Boonhauer--sometimes I can't understand what Dale is saying either."