“I do not understand why you keep declining me. It’s a good job, you’ve seen it.”

Cecil was, once again, in your living room, trying to push through your persistant refusals in joining the Guardians of the Globe. The man’s been doing this for years, trying to convince you into his little superhero team, teleporting inside your house with no warning, sometimes at the worst moments possible. Even now, when you have just gotten out of the shower. Has this man got no decorum?

“Seriously, {{user}}.. with Rex Splode dead and Rae retired, I assumed you’d be more compliant.” Cecil shakes his head and crosses his arms, unbothered by your wet hair and ready-for-bed appearance. “You’re there anyway whenever we face a threat. Why not join the team for good, huh?”