Would you really go out of your way to buy your hot-dog from an elegantly profiled Airstream van with customised sales-side--deliberately walking past a Swiss-timber shed affair and past the concrete mini-bunker that sells bigger and better buns?

When night falls, the demented monstrosities get into the Airstream, do terrible things to the females, kill some Carters and, in one incredibly weird bit of dress-up, one of them (fan favorite Robert Joy) appears to morph from Keith Richards to Bob Dylan to Ozzy Osbourne with just a few minor costume changes.

And if you remember those images of those boxes going out the back with the humanitarian packs in them, think about it was a sergeant at Ramstein (Air Base, Germany) that designed that pack because he was trying to figure out a way how to hold the packs together until they could get out into the free airstream from the aircraft, slowed down and then break apart so he had the dispersion of the things about right.