Job #2
The day came, they came back to get me. I was visiting the therapist as usual, and well, I guess if I can’t get these other dimensions out of my head, then I may as well visit them. It only seems fair. Maybe that way I can spread this knowledge? If I have more under my belt?
These TV stars really have it out for the organisation we’re with, or vice versa because they were here too, I don’t think they recognised me? Or maybe they did? You’d think you’d recognise ME of all people.
We had to put on a performance, it was a… ‘Drag Race’ in both senses of the words. We were driving cars, in drag. And, I think I did alright! The best I could anyway.
My outfit was better than my driving, but at least I was fashionable. Long hair, short jacket, high boots and gloves, tube top and very um, skimpy bottoms. It suited me? Or, at least didn’t look as awful as I thought it would.
I didn’t win, the cricket did by far, but I’m glad I didn’t win, because they tried to..put him in stasis? Thankfully, we stopped him. Mostly me and Rollie.
Speaking of Rollie, they’re a strange one..two? Two people in one. With a devout admiration for the Greek gods, I wonder what it’s like where they’re from. Maybe I’ll get to see it someday. They have more sides than the average person I’ve seen so far.