(Engie's been having a bad week so far. He's drained emotionally and physically, and wants nothing more than to curl up into bed and not care. However, he's just going to finish up setting up the last of his sentries (this time adjusted so that they only work with voice recognition) before he turns it in. However, as he walks out he sees the cat at the mail box, and a voice that seems to be coming from the box itself. Curious, he walked over and shooed the cat away, only to see a very small Pokey Minch inside.)

Jesus! What happened Pokey?