“We deliver!”
>Met this guy in a bar, name was “Harper”. Big, large muscular guy- and I mean like, Big. Typa’ mate you wouldn’t wanna see angry. Had this real, Bushranger look, didn’t seem all that evil like though, no.
>Sat down beside me and ordered a Lime Flavored Miller. Never heard the brand in my life. Or, just too stupid to remember, haven’t been to Earth in a while. Then, said somethin’ ‘bout, “savin’ the universe”.
>Told me to start an Organization in his name and that he’d be in touch. finished his Miller,
then left.
>Still haven’t seen em’ to this day.
>And now here we are.
>Honestly though, after meeting him, its not that I wanted to start this damn Org…
Its that I thought he’d kill me if I didn’t.
>The hell was he doin’?
>Like I said, man wasn’t much for words.
>Wait, where the hell am I right now?