"Explain it again," said the President.
"Er... the sun has a crack in it," said the lead scientist, a sad-faced man with a fringe of gray hair. "It appears to be opening, as though hinged."
"Or like a mouth," put in a dark-haired assistant.
"And that's related to the dark patch behind it? The Inky, you called it?"
"The action seems to have been in response to its appearance, yes."
"And the radio signal?"
"We've decoded it." The assistant pushed a button. The sound poured out: wakka-wakka-wakka.
"Regrettably, sir, it appears that the universe is in need of a Power Pellet."