Mars was in the butcher room, cutting up an animal to be stored in the freezer. That was his job. He was humming to himself and quickly working his butcher knife through the unknown animal’s flesh. He didn’t know what this strange alien creature was, but he wanted to eat it. A few seconds later, he heard a knock at the double doors behind him. He rolled his eyes and placed his knife down, before walking to the doors and opening both at the same time. “What?” He snapped, crossing his arms.