Dammit! I Loved That Remoted Control!

Phone call from the aliens.
"Yes?  No, I'm not at home."
But the doorbell sounds
Alerting me to their unwelcome presence.

"No, don't come in."
But entrances result and
They scan my living room
For some odd device
They call a Horop.
Exiting with my blender
And remote control.

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