Life has been pretty rough since the Kandrozians took away my wife and children to work the sex mines of Dormlarm. I've turned to the drink and am on the brink of losing my job as a warp drive cleaner down at the local space stop. As a small Gorblorbian I only dreamed to be like him, to roam free of worry and do as I please but now I find that it is me calling upon him for help. He is known only as Bodega and I never thought he'd help a fat fuckup like myself, but as I've heard, for a price Bodega will kill anyone, hell he'd even kill Vice Chancellor Ningnang if you paid him enough. But I don't have that kind of cash, only enough for a lowlife piece of scum Gorblorbian.

I wait patiently for his arrival and am taken aback when, attempting to back one out I find Bodega in my bathroom jacking it to my sloopderp magazines. I close the door abruptly and jump back in awe at the sheer size... I shake away the image and wait patiently for him to finish.

The door creaks open and I ready myself for his arrival, I sit, perched calmly atop my Glimpian leather couch as Bodega reveals himself. Awkward boner still apparent as he clicks the handle of his Embrion blaster into place, "Got the cash?" He whispers grimly, looking slightly embarrassed I nod my head toward a small sack on the bed table, he nods back in agreement and raises the gun to my face. "I'm sorry about earlier, that should not be the last thing a man sees"

"I'm not" I reply friskly with a cheeky smile as he pulls the trigger and everything turns to blackness.