#afrozilla3000

"Hello, there! Are you the new recruits sent over from Sector V? If so, name's Gwen Tennyson and I'll be your mission handler this afternoon! And ... if not, erm, my bad. I've been getting an influx of people out here lately."

"That's a lot of people here today. Good to see you all. The names Antonio, and who are you, huh?"

What's so special about this dump all of a sudden? Do all earthlings flock to the stink of filth and despair?

"if you are here then why aren't you talkin' to me? I thought it was way later in the night and that was why all my fans vanished."

Wilbur smiled, "Hey," He greeted.

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"Oh, hello there," Victor greets the newcomer with a little smile. "My name's Victor Van Dort."

She didn't know how some people could stand it, helping stupid tourists out. This was supposed to be a job for actual professionals, not a thirteen-year-old currently stuck in a twenty-three-year-old's body. This was a total stinker. Still, the Rivera girl felt obligated to at least point these strangers to where they needed to go. For a reward, if at all possible. So she crossed her arms over her chest (thankfully Manny was already starting to get used to doing it) and asked the small crowd of people (and kids dressed as Sugar Rush characters), "Well? You guys want anything or...?"