Ant was motionless, looking practically dead in his slumber. One could probably safely assume he was, if it weren't for his snoring. His dreams were a pleasant enough escape from his current circumstance... surfing through the stars on a massive guitar, jamming death metal on another as it shot lasers at impeding asteroids. Something like that, anyway, until--

--[b][i]"BLUH!"[/i][/b] He grunted out loud enough for everyone to hear, half from shock and half from the sudden weight on his midsection. He was half-awake now... still not exactly sure what he was looking at. It was round, white, and covered in fur. If Ant hadn't known better, it looked like a [url=http://api.ning.com/files/zMJxnqMJKq1nyW6VRWqDSXQNwpTcyZinw--pGBZVKnsthQIpFxS2IQXc6ASAzsRleDs7vl-f1t6gSuJWHboczNeMaX9Sch2M/rcHughJorgens.jpg]living snowball[/url] had taken refuge on him.

Still laying down, perplexed and just staring at the thing, one of the resident meatbags walked over to Ant and poked him. Ant just averted his gaze slowly from the cat to the neanderthal. [i]What in the everliving fuck is going on?[/i] [b]"Yes, hello there. [i]Normally[/i], human beings use salutations."[/b]

"Cadet, you have a stray white kitten sleeping on you. I request you dispose of it immediately."

Ant then brought his gaze slowly back on the... kitten. [i]Kit-tan?[/i] The word was foreign. Ant sat up, grabbing the cat and holding it up. He and the thing had a long stare... it seemed to be uncaring in its gaze, being half-awake itself. But there was an immediate spark in Ant's mind... if the others would be so useless in finding answers, perhaps he could form an alliance with this thing.

Ant put the cat back into his lap, now that he was sitting upright, and the thing proceeded to get comfortable once again. [b]"You can dispose that demand up your rectum, private. I have uses for this creature."[/b]