"Now see what you've done?" I was as mad as a wet hen.
"What have I done? All I wanted to do was make a great picture."
"You insulted him. Why, he's liable to go back to Mars and talk them into invading us."
"That idiot. What does he know about making pictures?"
Activity brought me to the window. I looked out and saw the Martians putting their ship together.
Fry came up behind me.
The ship blasted off and the Martians went back home.
"They were hammy actors anyway," Fry rationalized.