[NicknamedBob]

I am rather appreciating the tone of the recent posts.

[Silentgypsy]

I think that you, Elvis and my Peterson’s (Petersen’s) Field Guides might be a bit too much volume for the fridge. However, we do plan to get a rather large freezer when finances allow....
Sweet dreams, Nnb!

[no-to-illegals]

Bob ... this is troubling. The tone of this post scares me.

[Darksheare]

"Give us the coordinates of Earth!" the voice echoed from out of nowhere
"NO" a defiant and familiar voice shouted in return.
Presently some more shouts and warnings were heard, the ceiling took on a bizarre lok as it appeared to bend and quiver in a most unwholesome way.
There was a curious dual-tone cacophany of noise, a strange high pitch tone coupled with a bone vibrating bass note that sounded as if it were a sneeze from God Himself.
A portal mawed open, a vile unnatural belching forth of the very fabric of space-time from somewhere other folding and connecting to here.
More cursing and shouting were heard, this time through the portal, strangely echoed and amplified by it, and the un-light of the portal indicated a shape was coming through.
A lone figure fell from the pulsating abomination swirling at the ceiling, firing some odd weaponry back through the portal, only to land with a thud on the center of the conference table.
The portal became unstable, deposited some stray pieces of alien equipment, and then vanished with a rude sound.
The witnesses around the table sat in stony silence.
"Am I late for the meeting?" said Darksheare as he stood up and dusted himself off, "I got here when I could."