Something stirs in the NORAD command post and it's not the coffee. "Hey Chuck I don't know how but somehow we're picking up some sort of equine shaped veehickle with a nasty looking con trail". Chuck looks intently at the screen "Sho' nuff we is boy, wonder what it is, could be one o' they Russki...................." PAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP. SPLAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!