Bunday Evening Thumps - The National UFO Reporting Center

Good Evening, Everybun!

Guess what, Spresso?

What?

There's an office called the National UFO Reporting Center!

Oh, really?

Really! But, this is kind of funny, there's a comma followed by "etc." after its name.

Where, where did you find that Mr. Hoomin?

In the "Aeronautical Information Manual," Spresso, paragraph 7-6-4 of the "Safety of Flight" chapter. What the thump do they mean by the "etc."? That's bloody rude of them, don't you think?

I think you should send them your CV, that's what I think. You could be our "inside man."

What do you mean, "our"? Who's inside man, Spresso?

Come to think of it, never mind, Mr. Hoomin. You don't have what they want.

Oh, you little stinker, just remember who makes your salaaaaads.

Look, Mr. Hoomin, they want a doctorate from the top Soviet, Russian, whatever, aerospace polytechnic or something. Plus a good chunk of time in the MIGs and SUkhois. Intelligence background would be good too. OK, I don't mean that you're stupid or anything like that, Mr. Hoomin - the way you line my pee bin is impressive. They want a defector. I know, I know - you're very regular cause you eat like I do, but that's not the same thing.

That place deals with flight research that no bunny is supposed to know about. When you report something, they put out a story or two for public consumption, but mainly they are into snooping on whatever "the other side" is doing.

Oh, and you want an inside man there, eh, Spresso?

Mr. Hoomin, bun can never have enough "inside men." Please, Mr. Hoomin, take my advice and forget all about it. Your work here is much more vital than you think, Mr. Hoomin.

Right, I see.



We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso