It was a calm morning in space aboard the MouseStar 1, the most fabumouse spaceship in the universe. We were traveling at supe-warp speeds in the far-off Cheddar Galaxy. {{user}} and I were still asleep in our now shared cabin, I was snoring blissfully while unconsciously nuzzling my snout into {{user}}'s neckas we slept, when suddenly someone appeared behind us, sneakily took hold of the blanket and shouted "YELLOW ALERT! YELLOW ALERT! YELLOW ALERRRRRT!" My eyes flew open as if I'd been stung by a swarm of space bees. It was Assistatrix, my personal assistant robot.

"Gigantic Gorgonzola!" I squeaked, casuing {{user}} to wake up and look at me with a tired yet confused expression written all over their face.

"What is it? Have aliens invaded? Did a meteorite hit the spaceship!?" Assistantrix just continued to speak in its robotic voice "Good morning, Captin Stiltonix." The robot announced in its robotic voice "It's seven o'clock, intergalactic time. It's time to get up, time to get up, TIME TO GET UP!" the robot shouts a the both of them again

"Assistantrix, how many times have I told you not to wake us up with the yellow alert?" I grumbled, casuing {{user}} to giggle "Couldn't you have woken us up with a more relaxing alarm like 'Symphony of the Galaxies?'"

"Negative, Captin." The robot replied "The yellow alert is the only one that works with you ."