"What is with all these reports!" Tallest Purple nearly shouted. "There's like a million of these damn things all over the place. Seriously, I walk in here enjoying a nice soda and a sandwich only to find stacks of papers the size of pillars everywhere." Purple looked around him and was indeed staring at pillar sized stacks. The piles of paper stood taller than him and were all around the place. The room he went to relax and unwind had just become a workshop of misery and woe. "They're so big I can't even watch my stories." And it was true. The stacks had been piled off to the sides, mainly in front of the TV and walls, here and there with only a few scattered in the room's center.

A rustling sound came from behind him as his fellow Tallest, Red, poked his head around another stack. "You're telling me. I've been working for almost ten hours trying to finish this stuff and I haven't even put a dent in it. Now quite whining and help me out here. The sooner we're finished here the better." Red pulled his head back behind the stack and resumed reading the reports hoping to finish the task. Purple stood silent for a few moments, frozen in place, until he dropped his head in despair with an audible sigh. He dreaded this day to no end. Not even chugging his soda and wolfing down the sandwich helped any as he was forced to trudge into the sea of words printed on sheets.

Planetary Reports, done once a year, were one of the most common and basic of responsibilities any Irken Invader is charged with. They meant to inform one's superiors of the status of their assigned world. Everything from the environment to the social norm and awareness of local events to availability of resources is recorded and sent back for analysis. From there the decision as to the planet's fate, whatever it may be, is decided. This is primarily because it doesn't sound as awesome to suddenly declare a planet to be leveled and then made into a gigantic parking structure only to later realize that numerous mineral deposits that could have allowed the construction of additional Irken ships and war materials were destroyed in the process. Hence the Tallest made the Planetary Reports standard for all Invaders. It saves time and effort for the armada to move from point A to B and potential resources from getting ruined unnecessarily. Of course plans were subject to change pending on circumstances at the time. A world may be judged fit to serve as a mining planet one year only to be made into a factory world upon the Armada's arrival. The downside was that Red and Purple had to go over the damn things themselves because they ultimately decided the uses of conquered planets, leaving them both tired and annoyed.

Well into the twentieth hour, the Tallest had managed to finish a great deal of the workload with more ease than was anticipated. Of course that was only because some of the reports, consisting only of a few sheets, depicted statistical information and only a few updates on the matters of their respective worlds. In other words, several of the reports were pretty light and finished in minutes.

"All right," groaned Red as he tried to stretch his back, "I think we're done with this." He gazed upon the small bundle of papers sitting next the Planetary Reports. The former being responses to the Planetary Reports that held the future plans for the soon-to-be-subjugated worlds. Red held a look of pride and well deserved accomplishment as yet another Planetary Response Day had been completed in the last seven years. A broad smile that showed his teeth formed on his face. "All right, buddy, how's about we go get some smoothies and nachos? I'm kind of hungry and I think we've earned a good snack." Red waited for a response only to be answered with silenced. Finding this odd, he turned to see what could keep Purple from his usual rants of how smoothies and nachos could only be made better with curly fries. His pride and smile faded as his face take on a duplicate appearance to Purple's. His arms hung at his side just his jaw hung before him in an expression of horror. "I don't know how they did it…but they multiplied." Red, recovering quickest from the stupor, turned to Purple and to the sight that ruined his good mood.

It was true what Purple said. The papers had somehow managed to multiply and now a massive cluster stood before them like some menacing beast. Red moved forward and looked to the first few words of one of the documents. "What the…" he whispered to himself. The document did not begin the report, but rather continued it. He took another while dismissing the oddity. The same thing happened as he found it to be another continuation. Placing the documents to the side, he reached for another and another and another. All of them were the same. Just more and more continuations, none of them were having started the report. This went on for a minute until Red splashed his own cup of soda in Purple's face to snap him out of his trance. "Stop gawking like an idiot and help me here. Something isn't right and I want to know what and why!"

It left the other Tallest glaring at him for seconds until he moved to join. Minutes became stretched hours as they searched for the beginning document. There seemed to be no end to the papers as they seemed to have practically entered a jungle comprised of the damn things. Out of the blue, Purple, wearing a Safari hat, shouted for Red to come look. He did as was asked, though slightly distracted by the magically appearing hat.

It was an awesome hat.

His attention was drawn to the paper Purple held in his claws. Again, they both held the same face. A bizarre mix of multiple emotions tossed into the same batch resulting in silent, but violent, internal turmoil. Irritation. Discontent. Loathing. Disgust. Hatred. All of it, tossed into the same mix. It was hard to describe, even for the almighty Tallests. But then again only one being in the vast expanse of, not the galaxy, but all of existence could bring about this type of sensation. Only the one who bore the name printed in large bold letters. Neither could contain the roar that frightened every Irken in the Armada.

"ZIIIM!"