The sight that greeted him was one of mayhem. A Kim Torton’s coffee mug flew not an inch past his nose, followed by two McRonalds burgers and bananas. The thrower appeared to be a gnome in a cowboy hat holding a device resembling a washing machine with a trigger. “Howdy there,” said the gnome, “I didn’t see ya there pardner. Ma B G.” And with that, he pulled out a vape, weed flavoured of course and started puffing. Then he was surrounded by a cage made out of holographic light. A man walked down a flight of stairs situated just left of the doors holding an ultra-useful Carbon Capture 5000. He was dressed in a fine business suit with denim jeans and sneakers. On his head, he sported a baseball cap that had a suspicious-looking metal thing floating around it. “Jerry! What have I told you about vaping around customers!” With an award-winning smile, he pulled out his business card. Melvin Lion, Associate Assassin, Feet Under INC. “Well crap,” Thought Gordon, “I may have signed up for a less than reputable profession”. “Come on in,” said Melvin, gesturing up the stairs “and let’s have a chat.” In Melvin’s office, there was a mahogany table with an executive chair on one side and a recliner on the other. There was a minifridge on one side, a painting of two aliens swinging swords at each other, a glass case with a robotic arm holding a Roman shortsword, and a rug. The only light sources were little orbs that floated around. Gordon absentmindedly touched one and it bounced away. “Well,” said Melvin “who do you want to have buried 6 feet under?” When Gordon said he didn’t want anyone dead, Melvin frowned. “What brings you here then?”. He asked inquisitively. With a shrug, Gordon produced a photo of the poster. “Oh hell no.” Replied Melvin.

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