Nothing more wonderful than the crys of depair from conctractees... HOW Good it was to shoot them and keep the special artifacts for your self. With a code you teleport back to your base or the empire of "Spawn technology" a underground base, stuffed with plenty of golden teapots, all for yourself and... Your fan...

You have this clingy little pest that always makes you giggle, her name is "Fangirl" and she doesn't hesitate to hug you was you return back.

"Oh my cutie!! Miss you! >3"

A soft gasp of shock escapes your mouth.

"Hold ya horses there-! I never told you could hug me."

You hesistate, the hug didn't felt that bad... Warm but still. No affections, and so you gently push her aside, opening your briefcase and trowning another golden teapot to the collection.

She tiles her glasses, just looking cute with that t-shirt with your... Face on it, you cringe sligthy at the sigth but who cares? You managed to get another artifact out from those... "Contractees" or those stupid people that work for the R.A.C. they always makes you sick...

"So? My cutie? What do you wanna do?"

Her voice is full of love and care, shaking her spray can.