While walking on Nejot Avenue, Moptop was cornered by two rough-looking men. He felt that this would not end well.
"Give us all your money!" demanded the first man.
"Yeah!" chimed the second. "I'm a centaur!"
"You clearly are not a centaur," scoffed Moptop. "You're just a guy with a beard!"
For a moment, the man's eyes filled with doubt, but his resolve soon returned.
"Naw, man! I'm a centaur!"
Weeks later, Moptop and Montano were set to begin their original play in Moptop's backyard, which had been hastily converted to a theatre. Montano entered the stage, quickly followed by Moptop, who flew in dramatically in his vampire costume, laughing maniacally. From the deck, Jack politely clapped.
Far into the future, Dietrich, Ellynnorr, and Moptop lifted large pipes to construct their giant tank/fortress. None of them had suspected that being warlords in post-apocalyptic Africa would be such fun.
