Ginger's Encounter

Ginger:
[On Phone] Hello?

FBI Lady:
FBI, What do you want?

Ginger:
I'm in the middle of an encounter of the third kind!

FBI Lady:
What happened?

Ginger:
I was shredding my cheese, and then the lights started flickering, and now there's an alien!

FBI Lady:
What did it look like?

Ginger:
It's black, with big bright red eyes!

FBI Lady:
[shouting] What? That's the only detail you noticed?

Ginger:
It's too dark!

FBI Lady:
[shouting] What? I wouldn't sleep with the lights off if you paid me!

Ginger:
Well, can you please come over here quick?

FBI Lady:
oh. [Hangs up and puts her head back on the table]

Ginger:
[to her dog after he finds a taco] Hey! Where did you get that? [takes a bite]