Pete immediately went limp at the knees and collapsed into a pile of terrified, quivering fear.
"N... n... Nooooooo!" he managed to squeak out before rolling into the fetal position and thrusting his thumb into his mouth, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He could hear the terrifying creature clear his throat and slip closer. Pete heard him rummage around in what seemed to be a vat of some terrible liquid suspending various mysterious metallic implements of destruction.
"Hey bro, chill out dood, come on," intoned the large alien, " would you like a brewski?"
But before Marvin was even done speaking, Pete had gotten up and bolted down the street; yelping, leaping, and flailing his arms like a little girl.