we need some kind of tomorrow

one moment i’m soaking in the midwestern sunlight of June, the next i’ve somehow landed myself in some weird hideout called station Atlantic. why are 90% of you english? why are you guys like, suddenly spawning me to some underground warehouse because you need my help? my life has been very boring up to this moment, so honestly why would i say no?

but don’t ask me any important questions, will probably hit you with this:

hopefully i’m somewhat of a help. who even is behind this?? whatever. my names Blue, and this is what i look like!

you agents can pay me in hamburgers and hotdogs after i complete my missions!!! cuz that’s honestly all we’re known for. also i miss culvers the Atlantic side of the planet unfortunately does not have a culvers. how do you people live??

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