"Matt, why are you wearing aluminium foil on your head?"
"Aluminium? You mean aluminum?"
"Well, technically it's--"
"You said these creatures can control our minds, right?"
"I said they might be able to control our minds."
"Thus the tinfoil hat."
"That won't actually do anything," Charlie said, "Plus it looks ridiculous."
"Whatever works."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. There's no way a bit of foil is going to... stop them... from... from..."
"Chuck?"
Charlie's face went blank, as an eerie groan poured out of his mouth.
"Chuck?" Matt repeated, pressing the tinfoil hat more firmly against his head.