Knock, knock.

"Uuuwaaargh," Rush groaned, burying his head deeper in the pillow.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Go away!" He pressed the blanket around his ears. Seriously? The one day he actually decides to sleep and people are trying to interrupt?

Knock, knock, knock.

Fuming, Rush threw the covers aside and stormed to the door, slamming his hand against the release button, ready to give whoever was on the other side the proverbial whipping of their life.

He froze.


Huge aliens. Aliens with translucent skin and protruding heads and feelers. Feelers!

And suits.

"Hello," said one of the aliens politely, putting his foot in the door. "I'd like to tell you about H'garkbheadh."

There was a long moment of silence.

"H'garkbheadh?" Rush repeated, voice weak.

"Yes!" chirped the other alien, much too cheerful for an early-morning visit. Or abduction. Whatever this was. "H'garkbheadh is your lord and savior. He loves you very much."

"Oh, shit," Rush moaned. He leaned against the wall and rested his head on his forearm. The aliens watched him curiously, heads cocked.

"Are you already a follower of H'garkbheadh?" the first alien asked. Rush made a sound similar to a whining laugh.

"Yes," he said, still smiling at the plain ludicrousness of his situation. "Yes, I am."

"Oh, our bad. Good day then, sir."

They shut the hatch. For a moment, Rush just stood there, considering whether to go back to bed or not.

"Damn banana gruel," he growled, pushing away from the wall. "Messing with my head."

He would definitely have a conversation with Becker in the morning.