Them sattylites are the reason that I never, ever, venture outside my house without a shotgun. Them sattylites come whizzin' over and I ups and shoots 'em down! Better'n skeet shootin'! Some of 'em are disguised though, like as police hellycopters and robins and starlings and even iggles. One of 'em came over when I was on the way ta work tother day and I whipped out the ol' 12-gauge and nailed that sucker! You ain't never see such a to-do, though! That sattylite was disguised as a traffic light and was beamin' red and green laser beams at all the folks who'd stopped.