"Fart" the Grey had a headache, he was also very angry and distressed. Tonight he had his first meeting at a hall in Area 51 with the humans of Majestic 7. His colleagues had all been given magnificent code names, Lightening, Thunder, Storm and what had he got - 'Fart'. Worse even than his ridiculous code name was the fact that somehow he had forgotten his beloved's birthday, and now they would not be having their traditional meal dining in the stars.
He was a miserable Grey in a world of hurt. All day his colleagues had been teasing him with their cool code names and his ridiculous one. They also took no mercy in berating his lack of memory. 'Fart's' in trouble they said, there is a major turd coming down the pan with his name on it. He forgot his beloved's birthday. Smells like he's in trouble.
Toilet humour, that's what the majestic humans of Majestic 7 would have called it. Totally unbecoming in a Grey. Now he had worried himself so much, he was becoming late. He would have to do the unthinkable, overcome his fear and teleport into the hallway. He would rather walk through a Stargate. His beloved worked for the teleport division and spent many an hour telling him that his fears were groundless and he worried for nothing. Teleportation was the safest means of transport.
He took a deep breath, touched his wrist control and said the words- one to beam to Hall 7 please. Back came the reply, 'ok, Fart clear to go'. There was a bright flash of light then darkness. Next a splash, then a smell. Oh the Gods where was he. Thor help me, Odin he cried. Suddenly a light as bright as the sun appeared in front of him and he blinked as squinted his eyes, he became accustomed to his surroundings.
He had landed right in the crap of a human toilet pan and the stench was vile. 'What' he said, there in front of him was a pretty Grey female holding a video camera, his beloved. Never mind Fart she said flushed with success, you'll not forget my birthday next year, not with this video to prove it. Still you know what they say darling, 'smile, shit happens'.