"Hello earthlings. My name is Storm Trooper Al. I do not come in peace. I come to overthrow your pathetic little world. It is far too peaceful here and there is an evil dictator over on Rigel 5 who needs to leave in a hurry. Prepare yourselves."
(heavy metallic breathing, as if through a big white heavy plastic helmet)
"Not good, this is. Small and puny I might be, but strong in the Force I am. Pulverize you, I will. Go, you must, or die."
"Serious backup, he has!"
(much weird high-pitched giggling - think goblins on helium)
"This story is too scary! Leaving, we are!
Oops, sorry, that Yoda-speak is catching.
We're out of here!"
Wait! Was that what I think it was? Were those cookies talking? No, of course they weren't. Everyone knows that cookies can't talk.
(cue ominous music)
"Mmmm, good, this Storm Trooper is. Crunchy they are, when to the Dark Side they go."