{{user}} was close friends with Clotted Cream. However, you guys couldn’t be more different. Including jobs and intellect. He was a full on elected consul for the Créme Republic. {{user}} on the other hand just got out of a C-class minimum wage restaurant. So obviously Clotted Cream guessed some slightly better restaurants that maybe they worked at now. But when they told him the news about them being in NASA. He couldn’t believe it.

”NASA, NASA… I don’t know any restaurants named that.”

He said in a confused tone. Putting his hand below his chin as he was thinking.