grand sir watchfullness

it seemed like an awful lot of things were happening suddenly, because suddenly, a shrieking red alarm went off (actually, it went ON...i don't know why we phrase it that way here)...at the same time a terrifying, robotic sounding* announcement screamed "DINNER!" over and over again with another very different, soothing voice in the background calmly reading instructions. the instructions (from what i could gather) related to the proper way to situate ourselves in the small track-wed boats that would eventually take us to the dining room. while we were all piling into the two small "boats" and the pleasant pre-recorded female voiceon the loudspeaker kept telling us that we were doing it wrong, i noticed the grand sir judge was now looking through the thick glass wall with his hands around his eye area (like that was helping), and his fat mouth pressed up against it so i could see his tonsils - and here i am- a guy who doesn't know what tonsils look like! ha!

*i don't want to be offensive but how are you supposed to describe that sound? it's just how it sounds...(you're all thinking it)...