"Evident objective is New York City.. we're ready to attack!

Planes circling, ready to strike.."



"No more defenses - our armies, wiped out.

Artillery, air force, everything wiped out.

This may be the, last broadcast.

We'll stay here, 'til the end."



"It's all over with humanity.

Stranger still you and I, two of us left.."



"You wrecked the greatest country in the world."



"There isn't anything to do, we're done, we're licked.

There wasn't any war.. any more than there's war

between man and ants."



"Yes but we're - EATABLE ants.  I found that out."

"What'll they do to us?"

"I've thought it all out.  Right now we're caught as we're wanted.

But they won't keep on doin that, they'll begin catchin us

systematically, keepin the best, and storin us in cages and things.

They haven't begun on us yet."

"Haven't begun?"

"Not BEGUN!  All that's happened so far is because we don't have

sense enough to keep quiet, botherin 'em with guns and such stuff

and losin our heads and rushin off in crowds."

"Cities, nations, civilization PROGRESS!"

"What is there left?"

"Life that's what - I wanna live!"

"Yeah, so do you."

"We're not gonna be exterminated - and I don't mean to be caught

either.  Tamed, and fattened, and bred like an ox!"

"What is there to live for?"

"Well there won't be any more CONCERTS for as many years or so.

If it's amusement you're after, I guess the game's up."