George grabbed the control panel and they ran outside. They saw the snooker describing a lovely ellipse over Sunnydale.
"My roast!" Rosy wailed.
"It seems to be waiting for orders," Charlie said.
"Have to get it down," George said, setting the control panel on the lawn. "Before it slams into some airplane."
He pressed a large red button. The snooker wobbled for a moment, then broke its orbit and dove for Charlie's house. It smashed in at the back and came out the front. Beth ran out in a bathrobe, screaming.
"Stop it!" Charlie yelled, flinging himself at the control panel and pressing a yellow button.
The snooker resumed its orbit, then wobbled and dove into every second or third house in the street, working the houses from side to side.
Women ran out and stood dazed, clutching their children and watching the snooker.
Desperately George pressed the blue button. The snooker resumed its orbit, wobbled, flew once over the street as if to check what all needed to be hit, then slammed through the whole length of houses from end to end.