And so it dawned, “Atlast, Things really seems to be going out of hand here already, Good its morning” No sooner than his rear tongue touched the smaller inner tongue on the back end, the door was thrown by a hefty rotund tall man. Pale yellow the face was, with a protruding fat nose, squint eyes, narrowing on either sides, long elf ears, made him look like a cross between a sumo wrestler, Chinese and an alien. Hair was thin on top and he was clean shaven, respecting his official status. The tweed jacket and brown trousers, seemed very out of place for him. As he spoke, he gave off a Brit accent that was possibly picked up after his long stay in the English mainland. “Walk, All of you slithery morons” He said, gesturing to the outside of the dark gloomy cell. As we stepped out, we saw people clad in steel gray uniform all around. The Glihthes were here. Yes, to make sure our end was as much as ordered. The light reflected of from all of their shiny red badges that sported an eagle hovering over a hill. It did too from the Chinese cross Alien’s front top pocket. I felt funny.