The extraterrestrials sized up the unsuspecting immovable object plopped on the couch. Byron set his jaw and groaned, "Can't we stretch the rules just this once? People. Is that the Earth creature that when it rains they look up until they drown?"

"Probably on a case-by-case basis, but in general what you're thinking of is the turkey," Faida responded.

"Turkeys sleep in trees," the strongman recalled in an ah ha voice. "Which species throw their feces?"

"Probably case-by-case again..."

The forces of nature zapped Noy down to their infinitesimal dimension. The stellar sentinels expounded to the accidental recruit that usually organisms of underdeveloped worlds, no matter how well the intentions, were not supposed to learn of their existence. But the expanding universe without an edge or center is subject to change, nature tends from order to disorder, and now the squadmates needed his help just for one day. After the assignment they would put his brain in an alpha state to expropriate his fickle short-term memory from the dusty hinterland of his mind making it seem like just a dream that quickly melts away and is forgotten. "It's not you."

"Were you going to finish with, 'It's us?'"

"No."

Noy casted a sidelong look at a towering dust mite scurry on its multiple jointed legs that was the stuff of nightmares. "Guess the place could use a good dusting."

"Actually, a lot of it is sloughed off flakes of your dead skin," the company winced.

The new initiate yawned, "Pretty sure I'm going to block all this out anyway, so as long as I don't wake up missing a kidney we're good. Seriously though, what are your superpowers again?"

"What?"

"What? You superstars are awesome."