Nuts! Whole hazelnuts, Cadbury's take them and they cover them with chocolate...
If we ignore for one second the tsunami of drivel that is supposed to support such claims, and say, okay, these guys are real...
... how come they don't shut people like you up. They certainly have the technology to block dissemination of the truth about them, and to track, trace and eliminate those brave people trying to disseminate such information. In fact, isn't there a noise outside just now?!
Oooo! I am sooo excited, this is just like the X-Files. Abi! Abi! Don't walk towards the light!!! No doubt you can make yourself invisible with a cloak given to you by Dumbledore, or chant, or hide in the tin-stocked Apocalypse bolt-hole in your laundry basket. Case.
Now, Funky, Tetra and old 'Baddy are going to sign off work (obviously we are in cahoots with the elite), and fly in our Mach 9 Aurora spyplane, our stealth helicopter, and car powered by plain H2O to our the island hideaway and chat with the Thunderbird boys before hopping over to Area 51 and stealing the alien saucer they have there to ruin the life of some poor sod by giving them a real sight of a UFO they can never prove that ultimately leads them to unemployment, divorce, and endless cold pizza and X-Files. We will then sit by the pool sipping gnat sweat with out model girlfriends whilst we stoke their pussies.
An exotic Persian, a sultry Abyssinian, and a Maine Coon.
Bwahahaha! Bwhahahaha!
Time for another spliff...
BEHIND YOU!!!