Then you have to rake up all the cut grass, with a comb.
COMB THE DESERT!!!
LUDICROUS SPEED!
THEY'VE GONE PLAID!
Self-Destruct Voice: Ten... nine... eight... six...
President Skroob: Six? What happened to seven?
Self-Destruct Voice: Just kidding! Seven... six... five... four... three... two... one... have a nice day.
President Skroob, Colonel Sandurz, Dark Helmet: Thank you.