Stork trembled in the darkness.
"We're doomed," he murmured. "I can feel it."
He was sitting up in his bed, naked, clutching his thin blanket to his chin, eyes wide and searching the night around him.
"Nobody ever believes me, but this time I'm sure, I just know it," he said. "I'm at one with the evil that haunts us at every turn, and I feel it, breathing down our necks, waiting for the chance to strike." His wide eye twitched. "The only hope left for us is that the end will come quickly and painlessly... but I doubt it. All of my senses tell me this is going to be bad – very, very bad."
His eyes darted to the left, then to the right. "'By the pricking of my thumbs...'"
"STORK!"
Two other naked forms - one thin and blond, the other toned and red-haired - sat up on either side of Stork. He jumped as they yelled his name, pulled the blanket up over his nose, and shook even harder.
Finn and Aerrow looked at him, annoyed.
"Can it, would ya?" said Finn, as he tugged his side of the blanket over his waist and thumped back down onto the bed.
"Yeah," said Aerrow. "Some people around here would like to get some sleep tonight!" He pointedly rolled over and laid back down with his back to Stork.
Stork slowly looked down at each of his shipmates and sighed. "Fine," he said, laying back down. After a moment murmured, "You'd think all that sex would have relieved some tension, but nooooo..."
Finn nudged him hard in the ribs.
