"You impossible, lout" one voice sneered, "You can’t even keep awake when I ask you specifically to watch the station can you?"

"NO it’s you who should be blamed, Floyd,"ah... now she had a name "I said I was gonna get some shut-eye and you went to bed anyway!!!"

"I’m warning you Lloyd!! Never ever try laying blame on me for some stupid thing YOU did. I’m sick of it sick of it!!! I never want to see you again!!"

Aara moved to the door and motioned to Mike who came outside. Lloyd and Floyd were now at each other’s throats screaming. "What the hell is this all about??" asked Aara in a strangled whisper.

"Um....well they came in through the window last night." "What????"

"C’mon, I’ll show you." They walked down the hall to where Lloyd and Floyd’s gas station was residing."I found this when I got up this morning and made the mistake of waking them up."

"Huh?"

"They were still fast asleep in bed when I came down and they’ve been at each other’s throats since. I suggest we leave them to it." And with that, Mike led the way down to one of the lounges where the automatic service had just begun to make coffee.

The Automatic Service was one of the feats of modern technology. It could sense you coming and also sense what you wanted and start making it for you, however you wanted it. This caused some major problems, though, as it was sometimes accidentally misused to carry out grotesque acts of violence and it was impossible to convict a being simply for THINKING that they wanted to do away with someone. Very very frustrating for the relatives, I’m sure, and the device was later banned. Luckily at this point Aara and Mike were getting along nicely so there was no carnage. Only a pot of strong coffee on the table as they entered.

Mike immediately sat down on the couch nearest to the table and swung his bare feet over the end, Aara who also wanted to sit there couch walked over serenely and jumped on him with all her might. She began to pour a cup of coffee for herself looking completely composed without a hint of humor even though she was sitting squarely on Mike’s shoulder crushing him into the couch. He feigned a yell of pain and went convincingly limp - then did actually yell in pain and Aara jumped off, spilling coffee. Mike was sitting on the floor looking puzzled and Aara began to see some familiarity in the piece of furniture it looked suspiciously like -

"Hey! That’s my old couch!!!"exactly what Aara had been thinking "How the hell did it get here??" Mike sounded like he was somewhat in shock and Aara noticed a good sized fork mark on his right shoulder that was bleeding profusely, the Automatic Service started spewing out bandages. Aara automatically grabbed a handful and stuffed them against Mike’s wound. Just then Lloyd and Floyd came rushing into the room, yelling and dealing each other punches, both had suffered black eyes and other minor injuries. The Automatic Service was in it’s element as it ran around - spewing band-aids and antibiotic cream from Aara’s wants, a large bottle of jack Daniels for Mike, violence towards Lloyd for Floyd and violence against Floyd for Lloyd. Aara ducked out of the room dragging Mike clutching his large bottle of Jack Daniels to him like a protective blanket and left the Automatic Service to the unwanted company.

"Damn" muttered Aara shaking her head slowly from side to side in bewilderment, sounds of destruction echoed through the hall emanating from the room which sounded like it was being torn apart bit by bit. Then, strangely enough, silence. Aara feared for the worse but what she didn’t know was that Lloyd and Floyd had finally found the only way to stop the ravaging Automatic Service, to subconsciously turn all of the destructive thoughts towards it. With a ear-shattering blast, the thing blew up and simultaneously all the consoles around the ship blew and the Automatic Service was no more.

"Wha........?" asked Mike from the floor where he had sagged, a lot the Jack Daniels had disappeared into him.

"I dunno," said Aara, ignoring his state for the time being "I really don’t." Lloyd and Floyd limped out of the door, quite worse for wear, she decided to ignore them too. Checking that Mike’s fork-wound had stopped bleeding (it had) and clearing her way through the piles of crushed Automatic Service lying around, she left for breakfast. If there was a single thing she had learned about Mike, it was that sometimes you just had to leave him to it.