
First Lizard: So what do you think these mouth-breathers are doing, anyway?
Second Lizard: Not a clue. They cling to those shiny metal objects as though they have great sentimental value.
First Lizard: Listen! They're trying to talk to us! Any idea what they're saying?
Second Lizard: "Janeway"..."Paris"...nah, I got nothin'. So can we throw up on their shoes yet?