Fox awoke aboard the Great Fox, his massive gray house in space. It was dark and as he rolled over he saw his clock pulsing neon red numbers that displayed 2:03. "Odd," he thought. He was wide awake, staring at the blank celling above him. It had been about two months since fox an his heroic crew returned since their last mission and the celebrations had begun to finally die down. It seemed as if life was finally returning to normal. Fox chuckled knowing that that couldn't last long. He continued to lie in bed and came to the conclusion that he wasn't falling back asleep anytime soon. He stretched his arms above his head and slowly rose out of bed. Clad in only a pair of red striped boxers he headed towards the bathroom. He gave his midsection a scratch on the way over noticing how...
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