Horok limped hurriedly through the hallways. The afternoon session had ended, and he was sprinting back to the rooms to check in on the situation. He dodged a couple of familiars that were gleefully bathing in a pool of foul-smelling goo, almost squashed a stray snotling, then took a split-second detour to avoid getting trampled by a horde of cackling titchy creatures that bursted out of a door. Trying not to pay too much attention to the screams and violet eldritch things that flashed in the dark corridor, he let his instincts guide him through the maze. Finally, he found himself in front of the apartments. He knocked on the door. A gaunt but muscular Tzaangor opened the door. He looked astoundingly clean for a gor, and he wore a fancy shirt that only added to his incongruous appearance.
Horok could not hide his disgust at the stench of soap that came from Neron; it was already hard staying around men with a knack for excessive hygiene (a flaw that was luckily exceedingly rare in the Wastelands), but a beastman washing himself once a week was frankly grotesque. Despite this quirks, Neron was a fine Blood Bowl player and a great team mate, so he was nevertheless popular in the locker room, more so with those that, like him, retained some semblance of sanity. "Any news?", Horok asked.
"Nay. He's just keeps sleeping, like he did yesterday and the day before. He reacts to food and beverages, though."
"Mmh. Let me in. Let's see what we can do."

AutoAxpert's room was in complete disarray. Bottles of beer were laying around, covered with a thin layer of dust. Most of the shiny, reflective walls of the room were either covered with sheets or smeared with dried-up grease in order to make them opaque. To top it all off, since summer had started a sizeable colony of snotlings had established themselves in the Hall. A group of them had somehow found its way to that room and they had spread even more waste around. The little green pests themselves behaved more or less like familiars, except that their games were much more vicious in nature and they had no respect for the areas that were off-limits; moreover, they seemed to be almost infinite number since, no matter how many died in the dangerous habitat of the Mirrored hall, their numbers never seemed to wane. Both gors had to raise their tone of voice to keep the discussion going, as the racket was almost deafening. Despite all of this, in a large bed in the middle of the room, coach AutoAxpert slept with a satisfied look on his face, oblivious to the noise and the occasional little snotling scuttling on his sheets.
"Should we just leave him here?" asked Neron. "I mean, look at him. He seems so peaceful"
"Maybe. I'm a little worried, though." Horok answered, shooing away the snotlings. "It's not normal to sleep for three straigt weeks."
The other beastman laughed: "You don't say! I guess there's not much we can do, anyway. If he can sleep through this fracas, how can we hope to wake him up?". To further underline his point, Neron leaned in and pressed the sleeping man's nose, saying "Boop".

Immediately, AutoAxpert's hand clasped the gor's finger, and the coach bared his eyes, staring at the culprit. He then started painfully squeezing the beastman index.
"HOW. *squeeze* MANY. *squeeze* TIMES. *squeeze* MUST. *squeeze* I. *squeeze* REMIND. *squeeze* YOU. *squeeze* NOT. *squeeze* TO. *squeeze* DISTURB. *squeeze* ME. *squeeze* WHEN. *squeeze* I'M SLEEPING *harder squeeze*" "Ow, ow,ow, I'm sorry coach."
The man sat on the bed, still holding the hairy finger in his hand. He watched over the room drowsily, then jumped up, finally stopping Neron's torture.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?"
"Erm, hello coach, it's me, Horok. Are you ok?"
"OF COURSE I'M OK! CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ROOM?"
"Ah-hem. You see, you have slept for almost a month now."
"WHAT?"
"And in the meantime we've struck a partnership deal with a snotling team"
"WHAT?!?"
"And you've sleepcoached us through two wins, one against a Four Nations team, the other versus the Tramplers"
"I've sleepcoached you?"
"Yeah. Every time we had a game since the Conjoined Blue Eagle Cups have started you sleepwalked through the game, coaching but never waking up. Same thing with the training sessions."
"What? Conjoined Blue Eagles?"
"Yeah, remember that collaboration I mentioned earlier? We and the Poshgit's Daredevils have struck a deal, and if our combined score is the highest in the competition we win something."
"We're teaming up with snotlings."
"Yes. Hence the little green things running around. And the, hum, smell."

Visibly shocked, the man sat back on the bed, trembling. Both beastmen stood in waiting.
"So. I've coached you to victory while sleeping?"
"Yes. We are at the top of our group, right now."
"I see."

AutoAxpert stood up, an indecipherable expression on his face. He grabbed a snotling and just stared at it, while the creature tried to wriggle free. Then the coach spoke:
"Horok, Neron. Get two buckets and gather all the snotlings in this room. After that, meet me on the field."
"Yes, sir. May I ask why?"
The man looked at them, with a strange grin on his face.
"We must keep ourselves even more sharp now. I'll get the others. You get our... sparring partners, shall we say. Now move! Extra training session starting in fifteen minutes!"