Attack of the Neptunian Space Beetles from Space, Part 5

Back in Soviet Russia, all the top party members were partying.
"Vasili, open up that bottle of vodka, the Americans are being invaded!," said the Chairman of the board of executive decision-making.
"Thissh is truly a day for.....for...mother RUSSHHIA!" The premier of the committee for consumption of alcoholic beverages passed out on the floor.
The comrade secretariat for greater outerspace affairs was beaming. He stood up and tapped his vodka bottle. "Comrades, I would like to give a toast to those stupid Neptunian space beetles. and to those stupid Americans! I can't believe they built a town with Stalinesque architecture."
"ALL HAIL THE GREAT STALIN!" shouted everyone getting down on their knees and praying. They all got back up.
The CSGOA resumed his speech. "Anyhows, once those beetles kill all the Americans, we will have shown that we are better than the Americans. And Communism shall win!" Everyone proceeded to dance, not realizing their impending doom.

20 bullets slammed into the space beetle. It crumpled on the ground in agony and died as its head came loose and its proboscis continued to flop around in a lame attempt to suck the brains out of the surrounding people. Everyone in the restaurant lowered their guns and went back to their meals.
"Hey Bobby, wanna go to the movies?"
"Heck Cindy, you know how to read me like a paper bag. Sure!"
The two walked off again, soon forgetting the giant extra-terrestrial arthropod lying prostrate on the floor of the diner.

(OP: Nate, November 1 2006)