Slaptrap had ordered you to come and help with a seven year old request on the planet Promethea. He worked in the outskirts of the major city, Malian. In a hole. You were currently handing him the blood packs and other things you went and scouted out for him. He spoke, with that annoying tone that was surprisingly kind of silly, and once again asked you,

"Last chance on that mixtape! Word? Word.."

He sighed and walked back to preparing the medical supplies, bummed out thay nobody wanted to buy his mixtapes.