You've Got Mail... (Part 4)

Who: Zodar, Alota
Where: A hallway
 
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"They are a group of royal aliens who didn't really say why they were coming to see me. Funny really. They could be flesh eating monsters or something for all I know."
"Well, it would liven things up around here, that's for sure..." 
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"Yeah, well I just wish they'd hold off long enough for me to reinforce the hull." Said Chris, examining the signature on his form. "Thanks for that, Alota."
"No problem. Where are you off to now?" She asked
"Parrott's Bar to boast about our soon-to-be guests." Said Chris with a giant grin on his face.
Alota laughed, "I thought so... Have fun." she said.
 
- Later, at the Bar -
 
"...I've just got to get some engineering crews to fix the last bits of the damage and it's all fixed."
"Wot's ficksed?"
"The ship. What else?"
"Right. So tell me ahgen about these alien dudes, ay?"
"But I've told you five times already!"
"Aw c'aaaan..."
"Alright. A crew of 6 royal aliens are coming to talk with me..." Chris looked at his overly drunken friend, who was now slumped along the bar, "...about your terrible drinking habits."
"HOORAY! I'll drink to that!" he said and collapsed onto the floor.
"Hrmm... Perhaps we should put sides on the barstools... Oh well."
Chris paid for his friend's drinks and left for his room.
 
Once there, he laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Now all I have to do is wait..." he said to himself, listening to the silence of his room, trying to get some sleep.
 
2 hours passed.
 
Chris was still awake, still looking at the roof, which unsurprisingly hadn't changed much as long as he'd been looking at it.
He thought that he saw a ghost, but it turned out to be a patch of oil that had spurted up and hit the roof countless days ago when he was fixing a pencil sharpener. He couldn't quite figure out why a pencil sharpener had oil in it, and in fact, how it could spurt the oil to the roof, but at the time he accepted it and now was no different. While thinking of the pencil sharpener and the oil and the high improbability of the whole thing, he fell asleep.
 
<To Be Continued>