I still don't know what a horker is. So here goes it: The horkers had surrounded the entrance to the bar. Squawking like foghorns, their glowingly yellow eyes emitted smokey tendrils of malevolence made physical. They held briefcases in their hands and hatred in their hearts. "My God, where did they come from?" The bartender exclaimed, while pouring a shot of brown for everyone, on the house. The horkers began to rapidly vibrate, despite being encased in a protective layer of memory foam. "They're getting ready to litigate!" A shower of gold Stars of David shot out from the horkers exhaust pipes, breaking the windows of the pub. "On your knees, now! They wont attack if thet think you're praying or engaged in giving fellatio!" One man was foolish enough to stay standing. The Horker, indescribable in its awfulness, adjusted its mechanical arms, grabbed him, and shoved him onto its conveyor belt for reprocessing.