So Much for Four Billion Bugs??

"Haah..."

"Mmm... haah! Mmm~~ haah!! Zzz..."

Agent J was fast asleep, still groggy...

He hadn't even taken off his handsome getup—the black suit, black tie, black shoes, and all the rest. He was sprawled across a sofa in one of the employee break rooms at the Men in Black's "foreign affairs" headquarters, squeezed into the cramped seat with his arms wrapped around himself. His head rested on one armrest, his legs stuck out past the other, and he snored in long, heavy bursts that could wake the dead!

He was really that tired...

He and Agent K hadn't gotten back to headquarters until after three in the morning. After grabbing a quick late-night snack and chatting for a while, the sleepiness had finally caught up with him. When he saw it was nearly dawn, he simply collapsed onto this two-person sofa and slept until now!

Even when other agents came into the break room to eat or talk, none of them managed to wake him.

The little clock on the break-room wall showed that it was already past eight-thirty in the morning. Most of the agents at headquarters had presumably gone off to work or carry out their assignments, so the room had once again become Agent J's private suite. He could snore loud enough to shake the walls without worrying about disturbing anyone or getting chewed out.

Tap!

Tap! Tap!

But just because Agent J didn't want to disturb or interfere with anyone while he slept didn't mean nobody else would come along and wake him up.

As it happened...

While he was still lost in his dreams, imagining himself in glorious battle, taking on ten thousand enemies at once and slaughtering the alien bugs known as the "Chitauri" until they cried for mercy, begged on their knees, and