When the Miracler, now not some philosophical entity once lost, arose from his short and lifeless slumber, he looked up at the sky, for it had briefly changed colours, from light blue to a more red-ish, evening type atmosphere, the sun was about to set, and the crescent moon was in full motion of arising, he looked down at the rubble that had once been concrete flooring of the Galactic Alliance headquarters and wondered where the building had gone off, for you see, even though they are the same being, with the same soul, with the same voice, and an understanding of who they are, they truly cannot be the same, it is true that they are the same person, same old Miracler, the scientist who puts his wits at test with a lack of resources, yet they are not the same, like a bi-polar disorder, but on a scale so immense that it causes a short-term memory loss for a brief period of time, once they switches states, they have a split decision on morality, for one takes it lightly, whilst the other underestimates on it (I will let you decide on who takes which side).
'W-what...w-where is the....huh?' he uttered in what could possibly be confusion, amazement or even stupidity (though very rare of him for this to occur), he looked to his left hand side, there stood a half-beaten GORP and an unwillingly tonsured Randall Soprano in just pure silence, more so of a hostile tone, 'Uh... good evening?' he said in a comedic tone, not realising that time had indeed been passed by, though not as expected, Randy immediately walked over to him, then started jogging, and finally sprinted to the Miracler, who expected for a hug, but to his shock, Randy leaped up into the air and hooked him square in the cheek, 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, ASSHOLE?' he blared out to Randy, who responded with 'DON'T YOU DARE PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?', this confused the already confused Miracler even more, 'HUH?, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?', but as his eyes edged nearer to ragged pile next to GORP, he squinted his eyes to see what it was, though it was nearby, but he saw specks of floating ash and chaff, which was Rexus' remains, he realised what it was, he spoke up-
'OH NO... OH NO...OH MY LORD, DON'T TELL ME-' but was interrupted again, 'Rexus Tyran, was lasered down like a patient in a laser hair removal surgery, only this wasn't just the hair and it wasn't a controlled one with limited heat either, twas tragic, yet foreseeable, MURDERED BY THE HANDS OF THE ORACLER HIMSELF!' 'BUT I... I DON'T REMEMBER A SINGLE THING' the Miracler reprimanded, 'CAN IT!, WITH YOUR LITTLE "BUT I DON'T REMEMBER THIS, I DON'T REMEMBER THAT" ACT, THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY!"', GORP walked over to stop the commotion, and gestured a "calm down" signal to both of his brothers in arms, the trio had their fair share of differences, yet this put them all at odds the most, as all had made them enemies of not only the Galactic Alliance, or the other dimensions, but the arch-enemies of the "malevolent ones" even more so now, in addition to the theft of the Fairy Tale Maker.
'Well, I guess you lost my respect after all, you could've just threatened him, kidnapped him or even just beat him to a pulp and left him stranded alive, but you had to eliminate him, didn't ya?' Randy added on, 'So you blame me for all this shit, Rexus was an insufferable individual, with a lack of knowledge of what was going on, he didn't even bring back-up to help him, you know why?, because he was stubborn as a tree-stub, he had one guard, but it was just a little wimp brat, he got what he deserved, and his selfish beliefs brought him straight down to hell, where he was born and'll probably spend his eternity there, so quit your whining and get on with it, besides, I wasn't even present during the occurrence, I wasn't even conscious at all, you just over-react, that's all, and didn't you say that you wanted to eliminate him yourself!' the Miracler responded, 'Well, I can also be subjected to a change of morals, can't I?' Randy insinuated once more, 'Not if you're going to assassinate the most powerful individual as well as tackle the most important force in the universe, so obviously not!', 'Yes, but you could've just erased him from plain living at that point, why didn't you?' Randy asked, 'I TOLD YOU MANY TIMES, I DON'T REMEMBER AT ALL, WHAT PART OF IT DO YOU NOT GET, YOUR IMPUDENCE IS UNIMAGINABLY ANNOYING, SO MUCH SO THAT I WISH I HAD PUSHED YOU OUT!' blared the Miracler back at Randy, 'TAKE THAT BACK!' Randy responded, 'TAKE IT BACK, MIRACLER!' he added on again, to which the Miracler calmly responded 'It's " The" Miracler'.
Randy raged up, his eyes grew red, he launched forward for another punch, which was blocked by the Miracler with ease, who lightly twisted the arm, pull back and tossed him onto the floor with a basic takedown, Randy grunted in pain, he'd felt shivers run up his spine with that toss, but Randy preserved through, when the Miracler approached to attack him once more, he received a kick to the head, for Randy had tilted his positioning and used a small amount of force as necessary, yet still stunned him enough to make him stagger back in agony, and as both reached inside their holsters in their large pockets in both of their near, perfectly unharmed jeans for a weapon to use, as both drew their weapons, in one's hand a stun gun, and in the other's, a sharp knife, they both launched at each other at an subsonic pace, but were intercepted by GORP, who realised they were both serious and wanted to seriously harm the other, he grabbed both of their arms before they reached each other's skin, and there stood the standoff 's end, with Randy holding a stun gun at the Miracler's neck and the Miracler holding a knife near Randy's shoulder, both saved from critical injury by their bodyguard, GORP, who gripped both of their hands at full strength, causing them to release their weapons.
GORP jammed his fists into both of their heads very lightly, 'GORP GORP, GORP GORP GORP GORP GORP, GORP GORP GORP!' he said to both of them, even I don't know what he said, so let's just assume for now it is like this: DON'T YOU TWO EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME!, they both nodded to the illiterate comment as if they understood what he just said, 'But I ain't ever going to let you navigate ever again, alright?' The Miracler murmured out, 'Fine by me, but you're never taking charge, ever again!' Randy shot back, as both of them shook the others hands over this agreement.
As the trio huddled around for their next mission, they noticed a moving speck in the distance, the speck became a dot, which became a blob, which became a hurdle of blobs, which became a group of shadows, and finally, grown shielded men on flying motorbikes, with weapons of their own in hand, in fact, there were even killer drones on the loose, though they were little, two by two, brick sized drones, both in black and in white and with a lens that a diameter of 5 centimetres which shot lasers out of it at hypersonic speed, it was in fact the missing guards on the other floors, as well as the eleven gate guards that went on their lunch break, around 4499 of them to be exact, taking into account the one guard that disappeared along with headquarters, they were in similar, if not the same uniform to the guards at the entrance of the (now) former headquarters of the Galactic Alliance and even of the guards in that massive monster of a structure known as Azardiz Sanctorium.
Each of the killer drones shot beams out of their lens frames, each able to make a deep hole in the hard, dry ground, once these three realised what they were in for, they legged it to the FTM, around a few metres away, yet the distance between them and the guards were definitely going to be covered within a few seconds, so they did the only logical thing, run even quicker than ever before. The drones shot left and right, up and down, central region, anywhere they could aim, they would shoot, heck, they'd probably shoot inside out if needed, and that's what one of them accidentally did.
As all of them reached the entrance of the FTM, now in the shape of the flying soup kitchen, a beam grazed the shoulder of the Miracler, he let out a loud grunt, which excited the guards, picking up even more speed.
Barely managing to not skid across the ground like a drifter, Randy dragged the Miracler in before another beam could hit him, and shut the regenerated door, 'GRAB THE REMOTE, GORP!' the Miracler had blared at the top of his lungs, as he was dragged across ground like a long, cardboard box, 'GORP, GORP GORP', said GORP to the monitor, which responded with 'AFFIRMATIVE.'
'Wow computer, you understand him?' asked Randy, 'NOPE, JUST GUESSING THAT HE MEANS TRANSFORM INTO A FLYING LASER-PROOF SOUP KITCHEN THAT TRAVELS AT LIGHT SPEED, KUDOS TO ME!', she (it) blared back at him.
Immediately the FTM launched into space, at the speed of light that is, Randy grappled onto the counter, GORP crouched down under the cupboard, and the Miracler used his life-force energy to its maximum potential, squeezing himself between the cupboard and the counter, barely managing to hold the planking position, but as soon as they reached the edge of the atmosphere, they slowly let go and floated around slowly. 'We're safe from them, but not for long' the Miracler added on, 'Where to now, GORP?' asked Randy, but GORP just shrugged his shoulders, 'Whelp, we're crash landing then!' said Randy, 'How long is it going to take to reach the Whirlpool Galaxy, at the temple of the Elysian?' Randy asked the Miracler and to his avail, the Miracler responded to this by saying, 'If you know we're crash landing, why are you asking?, there is no possibility of us heading towards the Whirlpool Galaxy with GORP navigating?', 'Just asking, geez, why'd you gotta be so grumpy?' responded Randy, 'At light speed, from the Milky Way Galaxy, it will take a distance of an estimated 19-27 million light years to cover, with a median value of 23 million light years to cover, therefore it will take around 23 million light years, which will not be possible for us unless we're truly immortal, therefore we need to cancel our departure, unless I am mistaken, computer?' The Miracler felt confident in his answer, but lost his ego just as quickly with no response back to his question.
Bearing this in mind, Randy spoke up to the Voice, 'COMPUTER, CANCEL THE DEPARTURE', 'ARE YOU SURE, SIR, THIS COULD BE HAZARDOUS?' it responded back, 'YES, I DEMAND, OR I'LL REPLACE YOU!' he shouted back at his computerised software, and as soon as the FTM halted and ceased transportation in dead space, the oxygen in the FTM got weaker, slowly but surely, after around a minute and a half, Randy started breathing faster, then after another minute and a half, both the Miracler and GORP felt a sense of lacking in oxygen, they all began breathing heavily, 'C-COMPUT-TER, CH-CHANGE INTO A S-SPACE-SHUTTLE WITH SPACE SUITS', Randy merely uttered out the words out of his mouth as his grim reaper ( most likely the soul of the "One Who Made Light and Dark") was ready to claim his life through a pathetic death as a lack of heat and oxygen in space, 'AFFIRMATIVE' the monitor responded back, as the FTM changed from a flying soup-kitchen to a space shuttle, similar to that as the Discovery space shuttle launched into space in our world, the transformation was so quick, it was like as if the FTM was a vehicular manifestation of the Doctor from Doctor Who himself.
The FTM was now much more longer, it had more volume, more facilities and more diverse items compared to its former counterpart in the flying soup-kitchen, it was packed with space suits, food, water, but most importantly, it had oxygen, many thanks to be precise, the cold aroma of the cosmos almost gave the trio frostbite from the chills, as if they'd been sent to the summit of Mt. Everest, 'Wow, I thought I was a goner for a good second or two, thank my instincts for saving ourselves, hehe!' Randy bragged egotistically, his own ego getting bigger and bigger from just minor solutions, 'You?, Save us?, from what, you were the one who got us into this scenario, and you think that making this very large spaceship will help us?, well of course it will, because we have these really cool space suits to wear in the cases of emergencies like this, yay!' said the Miracler comedically and gratefully, raising and lowering Randy's blood pressure as he got him in the first half of the comment, 'Atta boy' remarked Randy at the Miracler's enthusiasm, with a grim, yet enlightened smirk.
'COMPUTER, TURN ON THE HEAT, IT'S QUITE DARN COLD IN HERE!' he ordered the monitor, 'AFFIRMATIVE' she replied back, 'AND ALSO KEEP GOING ON, TO THE ELYSIAN'S TEMPLE' the Miracler added to his list of demands, as the Voice blared out just in a jiffy, 'MY APOLOGIES, BUT THAT IS NOT A DESTINATION!' the monitor surprisingly responded this time, then Randy spoke up 'Huh, that's the location that Rexus gave us..., WAIT A MINUTE, DON'T TELL ME HE WAS-', he realised that Rexus had had the last laugh, in a long run that is, 'He lied to us through his rusted, yellow, dinosaur teeth, HOW DARE HE?' he monologued on, 'AND YOU, YOU KNEW HE WAS LYING, ALL THAT TIME I TRUSTED YOU!', the Miracler shot back, 'ME?, BETRAY YOU?, HOW DOES THAT WORK WHEN I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER?' angered at how his partner had belittled him many times for not remembering his transitions to the Oracler, 'This is your ordeal, not mine, if you want your diary, then do things right for yourself, okay?' added Randy.
After reconsidering his statement, and also seeing to it that neither the Miracler and GORP had not spoken, he raved on with an apology 'Ay man, I'm sorry about the hassle, it's just that a lot has been going on lately, you know, we need to put these mishaps to the side, ya know?', 'It's cool, I'm also quite guilty too, this whole escape from Azardiz Sanctorium, and the landing onto the FTM, the visions of the past, eons before, the heist, the fight with Rexus, the disappearance of the Galactic Alliance headquarters of the universe and of course barely managing to get out of a planet with high-tech drones, skilled guards and shady organisations, it can really put a toll on you, if you know what I mean?', 'Yeah, I do indeed, we were just lucky that we are in one of the least technolized areas in the world, heck, it's so extraordinary that the end of the city-nation is called the "Land of the Unknown", for only the Galactic Alliance headquarters lay there in broad daylight, though it was quite a time pass when you awoken!' Randy exposed, 'For how long, that was, I mean since I passed out that is?' the Miracler asked, 'For you, it was only brief, but for us, twas two hours, possibly three' the treasurer said, 'Then why hadn't the guards looked for us in time, they said they were going on a "lunch break", if that was the case, we'd been put in solitary confinement in the most dastardly of rooms in Azardiz Sanctorium on the other side of the nation, and I hated that place, especially the sanitation, if I'm ever going there, I will request to be put in a separate cell from GORP and his foul odours, but those guards, even with technology at its peak, even with numbers of 4,500 people on the top floor, still only caught us hatching when were fleeing, they need minimum wage at most in my opinion.'
Randy imposed 'They were probably slacking off, besides, they were going to need at least six days of consecutive sleep to regain their full health back, otherwise they'd be zombies with slightly lower IQ's than currently, even Rexus looked drowsy, probably not sober either, and though he was shredded, he lacked the composition he'd had before becoming a... you know, mush of ash, flying off into the wind like a speck of dust', 'Gone with the wind, am I right, boys?' GORP said, the trio chuckled really hard, it was a dark, yet humorous comment the trio had never thought of, but they all stopped laughing abruptly, the intellectual duo realised what they'd heard was not from the either of them, but from GORP, the two opened their eyes, as well as their mouths, flared their eyes up and clasped both their hands onto the back of their heads, then at the same time, they both fell out and down in sheer shock, there was abrupt silence for a moment, although that was broken almost immediately here.
'YOU CAN TALK?', 'Yes, now GORP can talk, GORP also gain knowledge to read and write now, now GORP don't have to say "GORP GORP" to communicate, GORP now very smart, he know English now, yippie!' the giant behemoth said, 'Then why didn't you tell us beforehand?', 'GORP wanted to troll you, for fun, which GORP did, GORP biggest troll there is, there was and there ever will be, GORP now have sense of humour too!', 'So how did you retain this ability, if you will explain to us?' Randy questioned, who met a response like this 'Well, it is very easy for GORP to explain to you, see GORP fought with Rexus, yes, and GORP was tossed down big hole in the building, yes, so GORP hit head on the floor lightly, GORP then gained intellect, GORP's IQ now 85, it is very high, then GORP used very high IQ to beat Rexus, understand?', the Miracler then sighed heavily, holding back quite possibly the biggest laugh he had ever had in store, 'Who's going to tell him?', 'Tell GORP what?', Randy continued on to what the Miracler was saying in a calm tone, 'You see big boy, 85 is not a high IQ, even for babies', he was met with anger and disappointment, 'WHAT, YOU SAY GORP IQ IS LOW, THAT VERY MEAN, GORP GOING TO CRY.'
'Nah, nah, nah, that's not what he means, he meant th-' but GORP ignore this whole plead, 'IF GORP DUMB, YOU TEST GORP, OKAY?', 'Alright fine then, if you insist, what is the square root of 144?', '12 is answer for question', 'Good, okay, we're off to a good start then, next, what is the "Pythagoras Theorem"?', 'The Pythagoras Theorem is A square plus B square is equivalent to C square', 'Wonderful, I got one mo-', 'Let me question him now', the Miracler had shot out of the blue, as he (once again) cut off Randy, 'Go ahead then, be my guest!' Randy reluctantly accepted, hard to see this happen anytime soon, 'What is 5 added to 10, GORP?', 'GORP says 510 is the answer', 'And there ends the streak, you're just as dumb as before, only now we can actually communicate with you, instead of just hearing blare your name out and spit all over the floor!' the Miracler said very arrogantly and egoistically, with a hint of self pride added to the mix, 'Hey, that's just a start to intellect, he surely knows how to speak, albeit not fluently, he can improve later on in his life, right?' Randy attempted to reassure GORP, 'He's already passed 85 on July 28th of 2185, he's now 86, he's grandpa years old in my opinion' the Miracler joked about, 'Well.... you do realise that the year is 2185, right?' Randy spoke to GORP, I'm not surprised if you know what comes next 'WHA- WHA- HUH?, HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE?' exclaimed the GORP in shock.
Randy spoke up 'Well, you know that the Galactic Alliance is a fragment of both pathetic, for example, the security guards going for lunch at a really important time like before, or just Rexus Tyran overall, and also really intuitive, for example, they are after a severely weakened, inter-dimensional, Type-4 civilizational humanoid entity known only as "the Stockbroker" from an alternate universe in the Meta-verse, -he also has a much younger looking future counterpart in this world and a much middling looking, alternate reality variant from Terra-045, both pretty good looking in today's standard-, yet only "the Stockbroker" is missing from the databases of the GA and the records of the children of Manhavén, all barely stored in the FTM chip right over there-' as Randy stopped talking and pointed over to the small intersection between the bottom cabinet and the wooden table, where a small DVD player lay which contains two chips inserted into the sides, running it permanently until it is destroyed, '- this Stockbroker invented this time dilation system using the last hints of his powers, making a month in the outside world feel like a singular day in the hyper prison of Azardiz Sanctorium, rumour has it, the Stockbroker is held captive on the Khanadark immigrant planet of Primus Cynus, yet that is fully unknown, in addition, since his immortality doesn't affect aging, he has age 150 years, or so some crappy fable goes, he-he!', the Miracler then responded 'So the mad tyrant kidnapped a weakened warrior, tortured and blackmailed him into using his limited powers remaining, locked him away, just so a bunch of small time wannabe supes toy with him with little effort?, am I correct?, that sounds like bullocks!', 'Yes you are indeed correct, though it's probably a fallacy', the Miracler responded 'Well, that just killed my day', to which Randy comedically responded 'You've killed enough already!'
'Well, shouldn't we set off now?' GORP impatiently spoke up, 'Oh yes, how could I forget, COMPUTER, TO THE WHIRLPOOL GALAXY, TO-'once again was Randy cut off from his announcement, 'TO PRIMUS CYNUS' shouted the Miracler, 'NOT APPLICABLE!' the Voice responded back, 'What? but why not, computer?', 'IT SEEMS PLANET PRIMUS CYNIS HAD BEEN DEMOLISHED!' she (it) responded back to the trio. 'The old girl is telling the truth, the coordinates to the Whirlpool Galaxy on the DVD display seem to have no mention of it whatsoever!', 'How could this have happen, at such a time like this?' asked the Miracler, 'It must be the shenanigans of that malevolent miscreant, Shade Light!' Randy said, 'Every time, whenever the plan sets sail, he always manages to screw us over, indirectly or directly, when will this ever stop?' the Miracler added, as Randy sighed and turned back to the monitor 'SO MONITOR, SURPRISE ME!', 'SURE THING MASTER RANDY, TO A FAR AWAY EARTH-LIKE PLANET SET AT MUCH FASTER THAN LIGHT SPEED!' the monitor responded, 'Wait, me and GORP didn't consent to th-', the Miracler responded but couldn't get his point across, as the FTM jotted across numerous planets in a matter of seconds, out of the solar system it fling by, then out of the Milky Way, then out of the supercluster it belongs to, as the trio flung around the space shuttle in their space suits like a ping pong ball hitting the paddle yet no screaming this time, suddenly, in a distant galaxy, far, far, too far away, they crash landed on a foreign planet, the shuttle flipped over, rolling like a cluster of haystacks down a hill, it finally came to a stop, and so did the ping-pong action.
The heels of the shuttle sunk into the dry ground of the planet, it was a desert planet, filled to the brim with sand, brown, clumpy sand to be exact. It had a dust cloud in every square inch, similar to that of the Dune planet, Arrakis in the late, great Frank Herbert's novel (you should read it, it's pretty good ).
The boys flipped themselves over and got up, they panted from the sheer exhaustion of being a literal ping-pong ball for the past however many seconds, they looked at each other, GORP gestured to the gang to leave the pod so that they could explore the planet out more, the others agreed but gestured a "keep your guard up" signal to the behemoth, for they don't know what is and isn't lurking around, there could be dormant volcanoes, flying sharks, heck even ancient death traps set in place could be possible, if you know, you know.
The trio peeked out through the main door window, and without a seconds thought, kept on their suits, grabbed all of their equipment, strapped it on their backs and launched open the door. The humidity of the planet aroused their helmets as it latched onto each of their eye-visors, they were all in shock, the planet was fully deserted, they could not see a single thing in sight, only sand dunes, a miniature sand shore encircling a small pond full of the only form of pure water, and giant hills, all encapsulated with (you probably guessed it) sand.
'We ought to get an explanation from the monitor, she really did us bits!' the Miracler stated, 'Well, you did say "surprise me", so that could be an answer!' Randy fired back. 'Not a single thing in sight, am I right lads, we are in it ourselves', the Miracler said, trying his best to sound calm, though his signals of hyperventilation could be seen very vividly in person, and then there was silence, for the dust clouds caused by the sand was getting too much for them, it was a different habitat after all.
The silence was broken briefly by the awful, raspy humming coming from GORP, then Randy, out of desperation, both for the trio's safety and hearing capacity of the other two told GORP to his face 'Hey, can it big guy!', as softly as he could, he then started coughing lightly, it was getting to him, the dust that was, it was getting to him, as well as the humidity, for the trio looked like literal walking plasma entities for one, these two factors made this planet, at least in Randy's and the Miracler's eyes, look and be unimaginably uninhabitable, meaning it would be near total impossible for any living being to inhabit this world, besides, the gravity felt that of Neptune's at its minimum, but it was not even close, making it not suitable for life, though the Miracler endured more harsher environments individually prior to this.
The wind swayed from left to right, in the view of the now "astronauts", though in their vision, they did not realize how humid the planet was, even if it were their first word to describe the planet, "humid", there was not a single organism, or even life form was in sight, let alone basic rights or basic needs around in sight, the heat must've evaporated the liquids of the planet, bar the pool of fresh pure pond water.
The planet felt very dense, though the planet looked as if it was thrice the size of Jupiter itself, and only twice the mass of Earth for some reason, the planet had two moons, both the size of Earth's moon itself, however, though the two moons orbit and overlap each other, it still seemed to be very dim, this is known due to the enormous size of the planet.
Each step was one closer to the afterlife, one, then the other, and then another, eventually after 5 minutes of walking on and on, without a single word uttered between the three, they suddenly saw dark figure moving in the distance, another moving speck, which became a moving dot, which then became a moving blob, then a silhouette of, what seems like, a man, unlike the last time however, the trio armed themselves with their weapons in arms, immediately Randy shouted out to the moving figure, 'Who are you?, are you a friend or a foe, for if you're the foe, drop your arms and remain silent until further notice, do you understand?' just like a Galactic Alliance police officer would yell at an armed suspect, only this wasn't an armed suspect, for when the figure stood out in front of them, just a mere 10 meters ahead of them, it was anything but, for it was an unarmed, frail man, who looked very aged but was not anywhere near.
He was very frail, almost gaunt, as well as the height of a giant like GORP, he'd a ripped, green jacket with holes, which he placed on his head to protect him from the winds, as well as the rays of the far away sun, which boiled hot, like a metal slide in the summer, he'd an extra small grey shirt which fit him correctly, at least in width, in height it was pointless, he'd the same branded khakis as Randy, at least until closer inspection where it looks like a synthetic, off-brand, second-hand, poorly made bootleg, these were also ripped in addition, he also donned a singular sock on one hairy foot, and a worn out boot, made possible out of leaf leather, the other foot contained not a single inch of clothing or protection, this probably hurt the poor (possibly) old man, as walking half-footed on the dry, humid, hard and sharp ground most certainly caused some scrapes and bruises. Apart from his clothing, he donned a dark, brown beard, long up to his bellybutton, as well as small, almost minuscule blue eyes, with a singular white pupil, to which his dry lips match up to, in addition to having a very hairy body, even from afar.
The trio dropped their weapons upon sight and ran over to the poor (possibly) old man as quick as they possibly could. The (possibly) old man gestured for them to halt in their tracks, which they obediently did, then he took a stern look at the Miracler, inspecting him from afar, top to bottom, next, he looked at Randy, and inspected him, top to bottom in addition, and finally, he took a good glance at GORP, then smirked and gestured for all three of them to come to him, 'Sir, are you alright, you look dastardly sick?' Randy rambled on, the experienced lad responded back 'But of course, how could I not?' he sarcastically replied, then the Miracler realised who they were talking to.
'Are you the Stockbroker by any chance, old geezer?' he rudely asked informally, to which the old geezer responded 'First of all, I'm young, I'm turning 35 this year' this formerly old geezer said, and you can probably expect what's next, 'YOU'RE 35 YEARS OLD, BUT HOW?, WE JUST TURNED 35 A FEW MONTHS AGO, HOW DO YOU LOOK SO MUCH OLDER?' Both the Miracler and GORP shouted out at once, 'I'm not in the mood for such small talk, and yes, I go by the nickname "the Stockbroker", in addition to "King of Hobos" and "Boss", in truth and fairness, my name is Mike Michaelson, and I am the torches rage that set the fire's ablaze, I am the saviour of the second, larger multiverse, and I am, THE STOCKBROKER!', followed only mere seconds then that the old geezer blacked out, collapsed and fell unconscious.
'What was all that yapping about?' Randy asked his companions, to which both shrugged, the two picked up the old looking fella and strutted forward, being led by Randy.