Hold me... I'm skeered.

*cue Twilight Zone™ music*

The BUNKER OF LIGHT is dark tonight. Eerily dark. Since my arrival this evening, there has been no trace of the IR outside of his bunker, with the exception of the HUGE bag of chocolate candies that's missing from his couch of fatitudinal greatness. None of the normal sounds have reassuringly emanated from the bunker, such as James Earl Jones' narration of The Bible, or Charleton Heston's booming voice calling for the parting of the Red Sea, or the cheesy 70's style "chika chika beow beow" pr0n music that's been known to escape the hallowed place from time to time. (Purely by accident, I'm sure....)

Something is odd this fine evening. Something not right.............. at all.

*enables downstairs zealot alarm system*