“Hey Ray, you forgot your jetpack!” called Rob.
Ray was falling too quickly to hear him, but he could read his lips. It was information that he’d already processed, and he had already accepted. As he prepared to go splat on the surface of the planet, he instead found himself in the tractor beam of an Alien craft.
Aboard the Space-Helicopter, the Alien Captain was mocking War God McMann.
“Well War God, it appears that we no longer have any use for you. We’ve captured your Chosen One!” he cackled, like a prick, “SHOOT THEM OUT OF THE SKY!”
But War God McMann was too fucking clever to let that be the end of it.
“Rasta Rick! Conceal us with a dank smokescreen!” he ordered.
“AY MON, YEW GOT IT. WE BE GOIN’ TO A BADMAN PLACE.-
[AUTHOR’S NOTE- I got 2 hours of sleep and I have to go to work now. I’m so fucking tired, I’ll finish this later today. Love you all, have a good one]