<Cut to the inside of space station "Fred", a surprisingly spacious tin can. From the inside, it looks like a white, inward-facing circular filing cabinet gone mad with a diameter of over four meters. Here and there, the occasional drawer is replaced by a window, a computer display, or console. At the one end, lie a collection of large airlocks, more than capable of taking a small car, two of which are connected to re-entry capsules. At the other are a range of accommodation provisions, and a small zero-G espresso machine.>
"Commander? Apparently some unknown object has been launched and is heading towards us. Ground Control seems to think we should consider evacuating as it appears hostile."
"Not another flipping drill. I'm sick of having to get into those cramp capsules. Okay. Lets start the warm-up process. Oh and ask G-C for timing and trajectory of the object. That should be fun. Get them to be a creative for a change."
"I don't think this is a drill – look" said the astronaut indicating the control lights by the capsules which were automatically cycling through the startup sequence. "G-C appears to have taken over that part." With that he touched his headset. "And they are saying the object should be here any minute, we should move quickly; they are really insistent and colourful about that. And they indicate some "help" is coming, and we'd be better off out of the way."
"They're saying w—"
<And with that a loud "clunk" sounds from outside one of the airlocks, and various status lights start changing colour, eventually settling down to green, under the amazed stare of both astronauts. Then the airlock opened. And to the disbelieving stare of the two crew, a bed floats into the space station.>
From underneath the bed, a voice drifts out from inside a suit bearing the emblem
Montsnmags Enterprises Special Suit, and very nervously utters "Have all the squirrels gone?"