Hard on dough and looking to get a coltfriend before Estrus, what's a pair of struggling musicians to do? Date an alien. It's really the only logical option. (RGRE)

Alex Weaver’s day couldn’t have been worse; an uncomfortable call from his mother, a surprise visit at work from his ex-girlfriend, and a trillion-dollar device exploding in his lab, transporting him to some frozen wasteland. Damn Mondays.