{Humans, hear us, we are going to [INVADE.] We lifeforms from [GLEOP A GLEORP A LEORP] shall invade your planet on X/X/XXXX. What day is it over there? We still [HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DAY IT IS ON THAT PLANET OF YOURS] but we will [BE COMING FOR YOU] and we shall [TAKE OVER YOUR PLANET AND BECOME YOUR NEW WORLD LEADERS FOR ALL ETERNITY!] Why are you planning on doing this, you ask? We have a [FEW REASONS OF WHICH WE WILL TELL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, SO LISTEN UP YOU HOMO SAPIENS.]

We have discovered something quite [INTERESTING] about you [HUMANS AND HOW YOU DECIDE UPON YOUR LEADERSHIP ROLES] it has come to our attention that [YOU PEOPLE PUT A VERY OLD FRAIL MALE HUMAN IN CHARGE OF YOUR COUNTRY ACROSS THE ENTIRE WORLD]. Don't you humans only [LIVE BETWEEN EIGHTY TO, GIVE OR TAKE AT MOST, IF LUCKY, ONE HUNDRED FIFTY YEARS?] We do not understand this. [WHY PUT AN OLD, AGEING HUMAN IN POSITION OF POWER WHEN THEIR BRAIN IS MOSTLY JUST SOUP?] It is [BAFFLING TO US LIFEFORMS THAT LIVE A TRILLION YEARS.] Do we live trillions of years. [WE DO NOT KNOW. HOW DO WE COUNT THOSE YEARS OF YOURS IN COMPARIONS TO THE TIME OF OURS?]

How could you leave the decisions of your [COLONIES, COUNTRIES? WHAT DO YOU HUMANS CALL YOUR LANDS, WE WILL GO WITH COLONIES, YES, COLONIES, THAT WILL DO THAT WILL VERY MUCH DO] colonies to [PEOPLE WHOSE BRAINS ARE BASICALLY FLOATING ALPHABET SOUP WIITH MISSING LETTERS?] Don't you [HUMANS WANT TO HAVE A FUTURE NOT DECIDED BY PEOPLE WHO DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO THINK?] Well, [YOU HUMANS WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT WHEN WE TAKE OVER.] After all, we from [GLEOP A GLEORP A LEORP DO NOT AGE. WE STAY YOUNG FOREVER. WE THINK. MAYBE.] As so we will [COME TO YOUR PLANET AND BECOME YOUR WORLD LEADERS AND TAKE OUT THOSE SOUP BRAINED ONES AND FIX YOUR BOILING CESSPOOL OF A PLANET INTO A NOT BOILING CESSPOOL OF A PLANET!]

We also do not understand how you [HUMANS THINK YOU HAVE POWER OVER THE REST OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE] how can you just [DECIDE IT'S OKAY TO POLLUTE SPACE WITH YOUR SPACE JUNK?] Sending out those what were they called again, [OH, RIGHT, WE BELEIVE THAT THEY WERE CALLED DRONES. THAT IS RIGHT, THAT IS WHAT WE BELIEVE YOU HUMANS CALL THEM.] When we [TAKE YOUR SORRY PLANET FOR YOURSELF, WE SHALL BAN ALL FORMS OF SPACE POLLUTION. AND NOT ONLY THAT, SPACE TRAVEL IN GENERAL! KEEP YOUR FILTHY LITTLE ROCKETS TO YOURSELVES.]

Where will be [SUPERIOR BEINGS] strike first to start a [NEW WORLD ORDER?] We have heard there is one [PARTICULAR COLONY THAT BASICALLY DECIDES EVERYTHING FOR THE ENTIRIE WORLD.] What was it called again? [WE BELIEVE IT WAS CALLED THE ULIGHTED STUTES OF AMOORICA.] Is that the [COW CAPITAL OF THE WORLD OR SOMETHING?] Where are you getting all these [COWS FROM?] Maybe we should [STEAL YOUR COWS FROM YOU HUMANS TO TEACH YOU A LESSON!] So, you'd better [PREPARE YOURSELVES. SEND YOUR ANIMAL CONTROL WITCHES, MAGICAL GIRLS, DEMONS, ANGELS, AND PERHAPS, EVEN YOUR GODS] after us because [YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE AGAINST US.] We have the power of lasers at our side!

So, [LET IT BE KNOWN THAT WE WILL BE TAKING OVER AS SOON AS WE SET FOOT ON YOUR LAND!] Starting with the [UNLIGHTED STUTES OF AMOORICA,] and then, what was that other super powerful nation our [INTEL GATHERER TOLD US ABOUT?] We believe it was called the [SOOVEEYET YOUNYOUNG?] Do you [HUMANS STIL LIVE IN THAT ERA?] We [DO NOT KNOW. OUR INTEL GATHERER SEEMS TO THINK SO, BUT WE DO NOT KNOW SO.] Anyway, first [THE UNLIGHTED STOOTES OF AMOORICA, then the SOOVEEYET YOUNYOUNG AND THEN JUHPAN.] We will be [COMING FOR YOUR FRYING PANS, TOO, SO YOU'D BETTER LEARN HOW TO COOK WITHOUT THEM PRETTY SOON!]

You have [X DAYS] we shall arrive [WHENEVER X DAYS BECOMES A DAYS!] We still [DO NOT HAVE ANY IDEA HOW YOUR NUMBERPHET THINGY WORKS, BUT TRUST US WE WILL FIGURE IT OUT.] But, mark our words, [YOUR DAYS ARE LETTERED. UH, WE MEANT TO SAY NUMBERED.] Your days are numbered. This is your [FINAL WARNING TO CONSIDER PUTTING HUMANS THAT ARE NOT SOUP BRAINED IN CHARGE OF DECIDING HOW THINGS WORK FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD.] We will give you [X DAYS!] That is right, [X DAYS.] Goodbye to you humans who think they know how power really works! Gleep glorp!}

[Current Location: Enig Sweden, In the Sweet Spot Apartment Complex.]

Boom, boom, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle. Boom, boom, kaboomaroom.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Droplets plopping down onto his head from the ceiling above him, the cat tailed individual let out a tired grunt. Oh, great, there was a leak again? He could have sworn the last time he had paid to get that fixed they said he'd never have this problem again! Ugh, stupid humans, they miss everything. Whatever, forget this, back to sleep, zzz.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Pesky alarm clock letting its racket be known to him, the chimera resisted the urge to toss his pillow up onto the small crack in the ceiling. How is it six in the morning already? Someone definitely sped his clocks up while he wasn't looking! Was it Mr. Tux? Maybe it was. He'd better take a moment to investigate.

"Zzz, mrow, mrow, mrow, zzz, mrow, mrow mrow," Mr. Tux snored.

[Hello, hello, yawn, ugh, who woke me up this early in the morning? This is your very grumpy SoulCritter Translator here! I don't get paid enough for this! Okay, actually, I'm like, super rich to talk to you guys, but anyway. Wooh, better do my job real quick! What did Mr. Tux snore just now? He said, "Zzz, treats, treats, treats. Zzz, treats, treats, treats!" Okay, SoulCritter Translator out!]

Studying Mr. Tux for a moment, the fixer upper gazed at his little paws. Look at those little things of his, he has three fingers on each paw, three! He could definitely take his alarm clock and speed up the time just to mess with him! He needs to put his clock on a higher shelf so he can't reach it for the rest of eternity!

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Drip!

"Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux shouted.

[Yawn, hi, hi, me again, your totally grumpy SoulCritter Translator here. Listen, listen, we translators need our sleep too, ya know! Okaaaaaaaaaay, anyway, what did our friend Mr. Tux say just now, he said, "How dare you assault me with your water tricks, peasant! I will get you for this!" Oooh, that's a scary threat! I would take him seriously if I were you! Okay, SoulCritter Translator out!]

Droplets raining down upon Mr. Tux's head, the hyena crossed his arms. Excuse him, his water tricks? It's not like he asked for his apartment to leak! He swears, this place was made out of paper! Why did he move here again? Forget it, who knows at this point why? The moment he has the money, he's out of here forever, baby! Reaching for his communication notebook he scribbled away.

[I don't have anything to do with this! It's not my fault I have a leak in here!] A page from his communication log shouted.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Drip! Crackle, crackle, crackle, boom.

Gross precipitation plopping down onto his head once more, the young adult grit his teeth. Oh, great, let him guess, soon, his apartment will be flooded, too. To the rain that may race through the crack of his door, go away forever! Does it look like he's got the money to buy flood insurance? He doesn't think so!

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.

"Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux shouted.

[Hi, hi, me again, your ever so grump, I mean, friendly SoulCritter Translator! What did Mr. Tux say just now? He said, "My castle is getting wet! Quit your water tricks right now, peasant!" Okay, SoulCritter Translator out!]

Reaching for a bucket, the hyena rocked back and forth on his feet. Oh, great, it's still dripping! Is he going to have to spend the whole morning before work calling up roofer services again? He probably is going to have to, isn't he? So much for a nice morning! When do those open again? Who knows? He sure doesn't! Multiple placed down, he grabbed some towels as well. Better hurry before the cat castle has a flooding problem of its own!

Drips aplenty washed out, the cat tailed individual huffed. That should do it, right? What time is it now? Ugh, seven o'clock. Oh, great, any second now, and he's going to get that pesky call again. Sorry, he can't come to the phone right now, he's come down with dead disease, cure unknown! Ring, ring, ring. Tossing the towel across the room, he grit this teeth. Ugh, right on time, as usual!

Ring, ring, ring.

Ugh. fine, whatever, picking up.

"Siorc, ya know ya were supposed t' stop by th' property manager office this mornin' before work, right?" Varg asked. "Do I gotta drag you there?"

Mhm.

"Ya fergot, didn't ya?" Varg asked. "I texted ya six times last night 'bout it!"

Mhm.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" Halen shouted.

[Hi, hi, your super friendly SoulCritter Translator here! What did our friend Halen say just now, he said, "That lazy bum bro of yours forgot again, I bet!" Okay, SoulCritter translator out, peace!]

"Halen, quit callin' him a lazy bum! Aight, I'm comin' over!" His voice rose.

Mhm.

Click.

Sigh.

Wiping the cat bed as well, the hyena let out a groan. Great, just wonderful, now he has another stupid thing on his plate to deal with! Does it look like he has time to go to Pira's office right now?! Wait, hold on, was it already time to pay the rent?! Great, that just had to sneak up on him. May as well go buy tenting equipment now and live at the park! The wilderness, baby, it's the place for him to be!

Knock, knock, knock, knock. Click.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" Halen barked.

[Hi, hi, SoulCritter Translator here once again to provide you with the one hundred out of one hundred points translation experience! What did Halen say just now? Well, he said, "Look at this lazy bum! He's sitting on the floor again!" Alright, peace!]

"Halen, how many times A gotta tell ya stop callin' my brother a bum?!" Varg cried. "Siorc, c'mon, ya know ya gotta head t' the office this m'rnin' b'fore work. Did ya forget?"

Drip, drip, drip.

Pesky droplets making their presence known, the chimera resisted the urge to rip his hair out. Does it look like he's got the time to go to Pira's office right now?! He's got bigger fish to fry here! Any second now, and his ceiling would be swimming! Sorry, he just remembered, he's got dead leg disease, he won't be able to make it! Ha, yeah, right, like that would ever work; he was a see through mirror.

[Does it look like I have the time to go to the property manager office right now?! As you can see, I have a bit of a problem here!] A page from his communication log shouted.

Drip, drip, drip.

Water dropping down from the ceiling once more, the young adult rocked back and forth. Oh, great, wonderful, there it goes again! Gah, he needs to hurry and grab another bucket quick! Huff, puff, reaching for another, he pointed at the dripping monster up above. Behold, the scene of the crime! So, if he'd please, skedaddle right now!

"Yer ceilin's gotta leak again?!" Varg cried. "A'd better get Pira r'ght now! Halen, let's go!"

"Woof, woof, woof, woof!" Halen shouted.

[Yawn, hello, hello, mmm, your, yawn, friendly fellow SoulCritter Translator here! Yawn, wooh. Anyway, what did Halen say? He said, "This bum should be kicked outta this joint!" Okay, peace!]

"That's it, I ain't givin' ya any treats this mornin'! Aight, be r'ght back." Slam.

Becoming a potato on the floor, the young adult resisted the urge to bury himself underneath his carpet. Great, just what he needed right now! If Pira sees the state his ceiling is in, he's so going to be charged for two whole months of rent instead of one! Please, have mercy on him! Agh, forget it, it's time to feed Mr. Tux before he's subjected to uncertain doom.

Click, clang, wet food plopped down into the bowl, the young adult placed the creature beside the cat bed. Water placed next to it, he looked at his smartwatch. Can this day just disappear or something? That would be nice right about now! No, scratch that, can the entire last couple of weeks disintegrate instead?

"Mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux shouted.

[Munch, munch, munch, munch, oh, it's me again, your most favorite number one SoulCritter Translator. What did Mr. Tux say just now? He said, "Where are my treats, peasant?! Hand them over!" Much, munch, munch, munch. Buh, bye!]

[I don't have any, alright? Make do with what you have for today! I have bigger problems to deal with right now as you can see!] A page from his communication log shouted.

"Mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux shouted.

[Munch, munch, hiya, SoulCritter Translator here again! What did Mr. Tux say, well, he shouted, "What about me?! I'm the the problem here! Give me treats!" Alrighty, gotta dash!]

[I'll buy you some after work, alright?! I have bigger issues to deal with here!] A page from his communication log shouted. But, as he held it up, the door opened once more.

"Kiddo, what's going on? Varg told me you've got a leak problem again?" Pira asked, huffing.

Drip, drip, drip.

Mr. Tux's head getting plopped with water again, the fixer upper rocked back and forth. Someone, please, stop the madness, kill this monster he can't reach! He'll do anything! He'll even pay ten times the rent for it to see it done! Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha. Can an alien invasion happen right now and they abduct all the rain for the next week or so? Thanks!

"That doesn't look good, I'll have to call someone as soon as possible to patch that up," Pira said, sighing.

[Please, have it fixed right away! I'll pay ten months worth of rent in exchange!] A page from his communication log exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it, kiddo. I'll call the roofers right now." Click.

[But, wasn't I supposed to come to your office this morning to give you this month's rent?!] A page from his communication log cried.

"Of course not. It's our weekly breakfast meetup, remember?" Buzz, buzz, buzz. "Yes, hello? We have a few leak problems reported around the complex that need attention right away." Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha. Of course, he should have known that's what this was about. How could he forget annoying time was today? He can cook his own breakfast, thank him very much! Loud click of the phone bringing him back to planet attention, he sighed. Here it comes, any second now, and he's going to say the magic words!

"Sorry, kiddo, they probably won't be here until you've left for work," Pira responded, sighing. He then extended his hand. "Let's head to my office now, okay?"

[I don't have time for this right now! I have to leave for work soon! Can you please just go?!] A page from his communication log cried.

"Do you want me to drive you?"

[No! I have an umbrella, alright? Please go!] A page from his communication log shouted.

Click.

Doing a quick spritzing, the fixer upper ripped out strands of his hair. Lovely, just lovely, he is so going to have to pay a whole ton of extra krona this month to cover the damages! Can he just move into a tent forever? No roof, no leaks, just nature, nature, nature, what a lovely way to live! Get him out of this joint!