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(1997 Norad Combat Operations Center, Colorado Springs, Colorado)
A green echidna was looking at the radar, when he notices something strange on the radar. He calls his boss, an orange echidna, about it. "Commander Gilmour?" he asked.
"Speaking." replied the orange echidna named Gilmour.
"This is Ritter in Sou-west Com Three." said the green echidna named Ritter. "We have a potential bogey with erratic vectoring and unorthodox entry angle.
"What are you saying, son?" asked Gilmour.
"It appears to be in the shape of a Big Boy." replied Ritter.
"Good God. He's back!" said Gilmour.
"In many ways, the Big Boy never left, sir." said Ritter. "He's always offered the same high quality meals at competitive prices."
"Shut up." said Gilmour.
"Shall I scramble Tac HQ for an intercept?" asked Ritter.
"What's its current position?" asked Gilmour back.
"I'm presently tracking it over Nevada." said Ritter. But the image dissapears from the radar. "Oh my god! The Big Boy's gone."
"Listen, son." said Gilmour. "I want you to forget what you saw here today." Then he hangs up and calls a brown fox. "Phillips, call the president, prepare the jet, bring my overnight bag, and, oh, feed my fish. I'm off to London, England."