It's mah feckin' red planet, ye hearin' me right in this thin air, pal? Whit, ye want me tae make it reet plain for ye, eh?
Nay, I dinnae care how far ye travelled tae git here! Git yer arse back on ye' tinpot space probe an feck off back tae Earth where ye belong. It's mah planet, ye no welcome!
An tek ye feckin' beagle back home wi' ya, would ye? It's shat all over mah favourite crater.