Grand Zero takes a sip of coffee, and then another, surveying the Messhall. MARSupials are staggering around grumbling and rubbing their backs as they gulp down coffee. Grand Zero takes another gulp of coffee to cover a smile. Then he coughs and sprays the thick liquid over a couch as a mound of blankets begins to stir on an unoccupied couch. A moment later a head works its way out through the folds. The hair is disheveled, looking like a good sight for a bird's nest. He feels around on the coffee table and picks up a pair of narrow glasses, shoving them onto his face.
"Hunh? Oh. Ungh," he mumbles.
The man and his mound of blankets falls off of the couch as he untangles himself. After a minute he is staggering across the room towards the door, mumbling something about caffeine and a can of something.
"I'm glad the weekend is over, maybe now I can get some sleep! Well, after I find a code-breaker maybe." he mutters, rubbing his head.
As he passes the juke box he pounds on the side once with a balled fist. It hiccups once before the music begins to play.
"God money I'll do anything for you. God money just tell me what you want me to. God money nail me up against the wall. God money don't want everything he wants it all. No you can't take it. No, no, you can't take it. No you can't take that away from me. Head like a hole. Black as your soul. I'd rather die, than give you control. Head like a hole. Black as your soul. I'd rather die, than give you control. Bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve."
No rest for the wicked, eh, folks?
Good morning, all.