Over the course of many next mornings, everyone awoke, sans the hybrids. This both pleased and annoyed everyone, because they were happy Hitler had been away, yet also irritated them because they knew things would get out of hand waking any of the hybrids prematurely. The pain would be akin to that of a thousand wasps chasing after someone with fire ants biting all over them, just from their assumption. Everyone shuddered in horror at the thought of it alone, so the moment they saw Hitler still asleep, they ran as fast as they could to whatever they needed to do. However, that would lead to a few mishaps that ended in catastrophe.
Hitler sometimes awoke from his slumber amidst some attempts, and oftentimes yelled with his Pencil of Doom in demanding warning, "You fucking asswad! Get the fuck outta my territory!"
Some people did dare to test that, asking him more often than not, "Oh really? Or what?" This didn't end so well, as they got... nevermind, let's just say karma's a bitch.
The first thing everyone had to consider was breakfast, but the hybrids went to their futuristic machines in grogginess and hidden annoyance. All they could do was just sigh, because they knew that they were losing hope of getting back to normal as time passes. The hybrids' eyes were filled with envy, and desire to return. It pissed them off that they had to endure the antic for who knows how long,
Despite the warped waking and sleeping times, Hitler still demanded a lot from his generals in punctuality, though. The problem was, 2 of the generals were also affected by the antic. This lead to issues of timing and meeting times as well, because they had to adapt to arriving at mixed times. Life went on as usual for the most part but with a twist, for example, Jodl would object, and every time he would object, Hitler would give a piece of his backlash. The thing was that instead of yelling, Hitler would attempt to claw at Jodl every time, whether it'd be at his shiny baldass head or elsewhere. Another clear moment of a usual moment but with a twist was when Hitler was ranting with just the generals, everyone spoke the same sans Hitler who had the occasional hissing and almost full-blown assault on the table.
Lunch breaks for them were usually quick and gotten over with really quickly. Rarely did it ever have pandemonium so bad to the point where the owner had to butt in to get everyone to get back to normal, because of how quickly things went for the hybrids for lunch. Usually, the most it would get to would be awkward stares and almost ignorant glimpses towards each other in violence. The thing is though, that only during a certain time frame did things seem unusually off for the hybrids during the seemingly normal days of lunch. The only time something violent ever broke out was because of a serious event from earlier on in the day, rationally enough.
However, life was radically different at the dinner time range and area. It was full of madness as the activities were eating, used only to their own hopes of breaking free from the antic, just so that they can immediately settle back to their normal ways. For example, sometimes, Hitler would be playing with a mouse at the table as an outlet to mitigate some of his anger. Some other times, Goebbels would try to act emo and rebel against the idea of eating. And other times, things would just fall too far out of control to comprehend a single thing happening.
The typical dinner for the hybrids often went down with terms such as, "I'm tired of having to eat from a damn bowl!", "Can we shut the fuck up?!", and "Guys! LET'S GET THE (HISS) FUCKING HELL OUT OF HERE! (HISS)!"
Sometimes, even the owner asked to herself, because of all the madness, "Man, did I really make the right choice trying to handle these cat-men?"
When things did become more madness than the owner would allow, the owner got very serious with her actions. You'd see her fists curled up to the point where you could see her veins popping an oceanic blue. She would be seen holding a nerf blaster that was in her possession since years ago, holding a stare that would freeze a galaxy in a matter of seconds. Only that could make everyone shut up, especially with the steps that she made barely even being acknowledged by the hybrids due to the madness and sheer pandemonium going on with the 4 drowning out the anger emitting from the owner.
When everyone went to sleep, they tend to knock out pretty fast. However, once they begin sleeping, it's hard to get them to wake up unless someone bothers them too much. Unlike humans though, if someone were to wake ANY of the 4 cat-humans, the person awakening the hybrid would probably have a successfully landed painful scratch to the face or 2 to worry about on average, unless the person can successfully dodge the attacks. After the attack, the hybrid seems to nestle back into comfort, apparently asserting the possible regain of sleep. One strange exclusion to their inflicting protocol is an occasional attack from the other out of the pair of the following for whoever wakes either Krebs or Burgdorf, though. Sometimes, the hybrids sleep the whole night through, and other times, they have intermittent sleeping schedules. This frustrating switch up would cause meetings to spiral out of control with sleep, because of the constantly fluctuating schedules.
Some would yell, "Hey, Failüre! Wake the fuck up."
However, some others would take the opportunity and would quietly and/or quickly draw questionable shit on the sleeping hybrid sitting unsettlingly at the desk. The rest, though? They were beyond physically and mentally confused about how this was even possible.