The weather was quite tasteful in the Chromatic Ribbon, some people walking around to enjoy the nice ray of the sun’s beams on their skin.

Clancy, on the other hand, was making coffee inside of his trailer. He held the mug, took a sniff, then put it up to his lips to drink.

“Never gets old..it’s like, heavenly!” he spoke to himself, sliding on his rollie chair to his computer where he does his own things and reviewing last weeks interview.