Well, let’s just say that one of my cousins is in on the whole thing.
OOOoooh. How did your cousin get involved? How long has your cousin been involved? When you say “cousin”, do you mean “child of your parent’s sibling” or just “non-specific near relative”? Was your cousin involved in running things where you come from as well?
I’m surprised you didn’t check out the back yard, underneath that large, saucer-shaped tarp we have out there.
It’s the swimming pool.
/runs to check out the back yard–especially under the large, saucer-shaped tarp
Really, you need to get a grip! Somebody call for straight-jacket, would ya?
Now that we’ve gotten our resident conspiracy theorist out of the way:
Official Guess: Eureka thinks the hosts are some kind of reptilian super-race.
I was actually thinking he just thought we were aliens…
I said “disagree with/say the opposite of the previous post” – so I’ll give it to you.
I said “sci-fi aliens,” and don’t feel compelled to split hairs on that. Another one down. ETA2: What Diomedes said.
ETA1: Okay, you’ve got the easy ones out of the way. It may get a trifle more challenging now.
Oh, crap. Eureka’s fallen into the pool. Could you go fish him out, Purplkid?
Too bad I can’t swim. 
/walks slowly back into the main room, with soaking wet clothing now clinging to her figure.
Well, I think I’ll be headed home now. I’m wet and I’m tired of people making fun of me. But one of these days, when our hosts reveal themselves for who they truly are, you’ll be sorry you called me a weirdo!
You ain’t takin’ me anywhere! I’ll clean your clock! I’ll paint your wagon! I’ll mop the floor with you!
::drops into Crouching Tiger, Hidden Groinkick defensive stance and waits for fachverwirrt to make his move::
Sweet Jesus, pprgirl! Chill out. Who pissed in your cornflakes, anyways?
Oooh… sorry about the pronoun confusion. Hate to see you go, but loved the wet t-shirt! 
When we take over this planet, you’ll be the last against the wall.
Um, isn’t somebody supposed to grab her or something? They didn’t say anything about actually getting hit here.
If somebody will hold her, of course, I’ll be glad to smack her bitch ass mouth.
In the meantime, I’m going to hide behind the arras*… uh, I mean, the mayor of Cincinnati over here.
*Wrong party.
No one, I’m allergic to flakes. I just don’t like guys who are disrespectful to the opposite sex. It really burns my bran muffins, if you know what I mean. I blame the mint julep, it’s gone right to my head. I think I should switch drinks - got any wine?
Naturally… I don’t think he’ll be botheringyou much anymore. But as to wine, of course! Are you an oenophile, by chance? And had you met fachverwitt before you guys came to this party?
He wasn’t even close. You shouldn’t have given it to him.
Oh no, not at all. In fact, I don’t really drink all that ofshen, and I neverdrink this much. But schometimes I like a little glass of cabaret - hiccup - I mean cabernet. Oh dear, I think maybe I;ve had too much already. I’m starting fights and slurring my words - my mother would be so ashamed! I’ll just get a mug of black coffee and sit on this couch until the room stops spinning. Oh, and fachaverververwhatsit? Never met the guy before.
Goodness gracious, pprgrl. Please, take a seat. Let me get that cup of coffee for you… and remind me to ring you a taxi before you leave.
::whispers to his cohosts::
I think the drunk girl might be mentioning movie titles…