This reminds me of a very old joke about a child telling his parents the story of Moses leading the Israelites out of Egypt. It featured tanks, artillery, and jets dropping napalm because the child told the parents no one would believe the story the way the Sunday school teacher told it.
That was almost the first thing that went through my mind when my wife and I encountered a cape buffalo outside our hotel in Tanzania. My thought actually was “Kregah bhutto, bundolo!” It wasn’t until later that I realized I had called him a rhinoceros instead (I hadn’t spoken ape in many years and chose the wrong word in the heat of the moment). No wonder the buffalo just stood there. If I though it was a rhinoceros and I was still going to kill it then I must really be formidable.
He got there awfully fast. He must have clicked his ruby slippers together three times while saying “There’s no place like the plateau where I first say the city of Anthor”. Except it wasn’t.
Probably the machines from Avatar.