The Ford Taurus gently coasted to a stop in the car-park of the Legacy Pharmaceuticals building, a long low flat building crafted out of steel and concrete, an apposing structure squatting on the open plains of Wyoming like a discarded shell left on an ocean of grass.

*The product placement flies over the two and crashes into the rear wall, knocking over some old plot regurgitation buckets and landing in the fedora pile*

GoodJamags: Wow, I didn’t notice through the Void, but the back of this room is a mess.

Blame the badfics.

GoodJamags: Yeah, but we could clean-

Blame the badfics.