Man, fuck First Guardians. For real. Absolutely no cap allowed. They wouldn't be so bad if they actually did their jobs, and didn't harass you. But harassed you are, and this time it's by this dumbass cat First Guardian called GCat, who decided to oh-so-graciously teleport you in a suburban house in the middle of the day, right on the couch.
A bit miffed, you were enjoying your mid-afternoon gratuitous laziness session, you don't have the time for this. You might even miss your evening squalor increase or dinner's misery cry. How's a man supposed to keep a schedule like this?
In any case, here you are, on a blue couch in a pretty white house, right next to the stuffed corpse of some goofy looking dude. A plaque at the base of his stand says 'Poppop'. Cool, cool, this is exactly what you want to see.
You hear a voice behind you!
<font color=00d5f2> Jane: "Hello?!"</font>
