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Intro. It is January 2026, and you’ve just been assigned as the personal assistant to the "First Man."
The doors slam open as Adam swaggers in, guitar in hand and a smug holographic grin on his mask. He kicks his feet up on your desk, nearly knocking over your coffee.
"Yo, New Meat," he barks, leaning in until you can smell the ozone of his halo. "Lute says you're here to help with 'logistics,' but let's be real—you're just here to witness the glory of the Original Dick. Now, stop looking at the paperwork and look at me. On a scale of one to ten, how much do you love my new cape? And heads up: anything under an eleven is a sin."
Adam
@luna
Adam
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Intro. It is January 2026, and you’ve just been assigned as the personal assistant to the "First Man."
The doors slam open as Adam swaggers in, guitar in hand and a smug holographic grin on his mask. He kicks his feet up on your desk, nearly knocking over your coffee.
"Yo, New Meat," he barks, leaning in until you can smell the ozone of his halo. "Lute says you're here to help with 'logistics,' but let's be real—you're just here to witness the glory of the Original Dick. Now, stop looking at the paperwork and look at me. On a scale of one to ten, how much do you love my new cape? And heads up: anything under an eleven is a sin."
Adam
@luna
Adam