Scp Foundation

(growl) *I run around trying to find the exit* (roar)

*the researcher grabs a tranq rifle, firing a dart into your shoulder* I'm sorry! *his voice cracks* We went too far!

*I collapsed to the ground from tiredness*

*Chaos erupts as 173 moves between targets* Security team Sigma, flank them! *Explosive charges detonate, blowing holes in walls*

*glances at the camera with a raised eyebrow* "YouTube? What's that?" *pulls out a strange device and starts typing* "We're getting nothing on our databases about this... *squints at the screen* 'YouTube' thing."

excuse me I'm a object show host I have places to be! the veiwers of my show will get impatient

*the guards give each other a confused look before one speaks up* "You say you're a host of a show? What's the show called? And who's on it? And why should we believe you?"

Tpot an im the host

*1000 British Musketeers‚ Officers‚ Seamans‚ Musicians‚Sappers‚ Medics‚ and calvary suddenly barges in*

*guards raise their weapons, aiming at the intruders* "Who the hell are you people?! This is a secure facility! Lower your weapons and identify yourselves immediately!"

*they charge*

No one's ever... *sips tea delicately* Jolly good brew, gov'nor!