Scene opens in the basement of a small church in a small town in Alabama. A group of concerned townsfolk have gathered to discuss the looming threat.
Bill: “It just ain’t right, I tell ya. They’re practically on our doorstep. We’re all in danger.”
Mary Beth: Looking around the room at the others. “You don’t think it could really happen, do you?”
Buford: “If it does, I got my shotgun that’ll send ’em all back to Allah!”
Murmurs of approval from the group.
Harry: “They’re all terrorists, every last one of them, we all know that. Why is there even talk of letting them in?”
Carl: “It’s that damn Obama and his Liberal agenda, that’s what it is!”
More murmurs of approval.
Mary Beth: “I heard that not only are they all terrorists but that many of them are… GAY!”
Gasps of horror.
Bill: “Oh good Lord Jesus… gay terrorists. It really must be the end of days.”
Carl: “Whaddya think they’d do? Do ya think they’d make you… you know… DO things before they killed ya?”
Mary Beth: In a shrill voice. “Of course they would, Carl. That’s what them gays do. They’re all rapists!”
Buford: “Sweet Jesus on a pogo stick. This is worse than I thought. Better start stocking up on my shotgun shells.”