[Marco is pretty good with computers, but he IS just a kid.]
I still don't know if I believe this is just coincidence. It sucks that nobody else seems to be here--but it's a big city, right?
Anyway, Mr. Ellimist, all I'm saying is if you're involved, speaking up would be great. I don't know how I'd handle some other godly alien messing with my brain.
Mistletoe, huh?
It's just kind of... growing. I don't think I've ever actually seen real mistletoe--you know, as opposed to the plastic crap you buy at the Dollar Tree. I mean, I'm wandering around the zoo, right? And shloop, out pops some mistletoe. Lucky enough I wasn't under it so I didn't have to like, kiss a hippo or anything.
Anyway--point being--after talking around and all of that, I'm resigned to my crappy fate and figure I should find a place to stay and maybe a way to get food. Yeah?
[Marco is cute and likes the laaaaaadieeees. So you can use this for mistletoeing or what have you in addition to helping me SETTLE DOOOOWN.]