[A few days passed by n Hater had finally reached the destination where Brad is, which was on Congenial Rock]
Hater: [got the litter on his bk n Captain Tim in his pouch n got off the ship, making his way to a nearby bar]
Captain Tim: (kept hidden in the pouch)
Hater: [ignored the stares as he entered the bar, then approached the bartender] A glass of fire whiskey
Bartender: (nod) (goes to make it)
(meanwhile)
Wander: Ugh, where did he go now?
Computer: My silent GPS indicates that Lord Hater has landed on a planet in these coordinates [shows him the coordinates of Congenial Rock]
Wander: We'll land there too.
Computer: Acknowledged. Approaching Congenial Rock in T-minus 10 mins
Wander: (stays in his seat)
[meanwhile...]
Hater: [downed his whiskey, coughed a bit at the strong taste before turning to the bartender] Know anyone by the name Brad Starlight here?
Customers: (chuckled at the mention of the name)
Hater: :^) Wat? U guys know where he is?
Customer #1: Sure, but why bother with him? He can be such a whiny loser.
Hater: I just hv some business I need to attend to with him. Where can I find him?
Customer #1: Well if you must really know... (gives him name of location)
Hater: Blue Bells Cove? Where is tht? Anyone got a map for me to get there? I'm kinda new to this plc
Customer #1: (gives him map) This might be of help to you.
Customer #2: Careful though, heard he's known for being a terrible flirt.
Hater: |-( [remembered the day he met him with Wander] Tell me abt it. Thanks [took the map n left the bar after paying for the drink]
Captain Tim: (began growling)
Hater: [noticed] Wats wrong, Captain Tim?
Captain Tim: (snarled staring at an oncoming ship)
Hater: [looked up to see the familiar ship] Crap [made a run for it, blending into the crowd as he made his way to follow the map's direction]
Wander: C'mon, can't this thing go any faster??
Computer: The ship is going at maximum speed with the limited fuel. Perhaps u should've refueld first before we embarked on this journey...
Wander: (facepalm)
Computer: We're almost at the docks, landing in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1....
Wander: C'mon, c'mon...!!
[the ship soon landed, tho they've missed Hater again into the crowd]
Wander: (doh) Damn it!
Computer: The GPS ends here, Master Wander. I'm afraid ur on ur own now to locate Lord Hater
Wander: ...I'll be back. (hops out and flies off, trying to track down Hater)
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