-Shambles back inside, grumbling about women cops and that nigger across the hall and damn upstart Commie kids-
-Shoots a look of disapproval at both parties- We never received notice. That's the truth. Would you like me to call up the landlord as ask him?
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistThere was actually a few races in my universes that stored their data through chemical wetware. First there was the Atraxi, along with the Sensorites and their Ood neighbours, the Nestine and th—
-Answers the vibrating phone-
Daisy? You've found the building?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Didn't I say not to make a move unti—
Never mind. Shall I come over?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?That won't be necessary, Miss. We're here covertly, anyway.
Look, it's all very simple. One of your apartment members called us claiming that you were a Communist sympathizer, and we are here to check your apartment for anything that might confirm this accusation.
Now, contrary to public information, the HUAC does, in fact, still exist. However, we are more sober men than our fathers. In the barbaric past, we might have brought you to court and sentenced you to death in a clearly biased trial. Today, we'll simply pay you large amounts of money to quietly shuffle anything we deem too Communist away and pretend it never existed. Sound good?
I'll bet he did. Tell me the street names. I'll be on my way.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?They're in trouble. Get some inconspicuous clothes on, '47. And Lynne, you'd better come with us.
edited 3rd Feb '13 12:31:09 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh okay. So we're liars now. "Don't trust Big, Cuh-Raaazee Gubmint Man," right?
Okay, fine. Here's the "true" story: You're a computer program, and we are not. We're a band of multidimensional space aliens on a mission to stop a shadowy group of other space aliens from killing us. One of our space alien friends, who is also a wizard, was kidnapped by the super secret space aliens, and now we tracked the wizard space alien's scent with our part-cat ninja wizard space alien across the Matrix to your apartment.
edited 3rd Feb '13 12:33:23 AM by MacDuffy

Really? We sent the notice in triplicate. How could they possibly not arrive here?
Perhaps, Madame, you are hiding something.
Perhaps, dare I say, The People's something....