Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

“The criminals haunt this city like ghosts,” the Commissioner said.  “We’re trapped in this maze, and we just run around and around and never get anywhere.”

“But sir!  Do we really need to call... him?”  The young constable swallowed heavily.  “He’s... outside the law.  They say he can’t die.  They say... they say he eats...”

“Silence!”  The Commissioner snapped.  “This ends tonight.  I won’t follow the dotted lines any longer.  That will be his job now.”

He switched the light on, sending the golden disc up onto the clouds.  The yellow circle with one sixth missing, like an open mouth...

Cruise Elroy

"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."