But... is it My Hitler? Time will tell.
Look, that was fun and all, but it's time to get back to work. I got dozens of new friends: they're all robots or terrified of robots. Hang on--
MASSIVE TOTESFUCKIN' ROLLEYES
Okay, well, I get it. Afraid of getting sucked into The Matrix? Yeah, I bet. (Once or twice was enough for Me/me--ME didn't ever go, which makes me ActualKuczi, your new favorite superhero. You're welcome.) All of these robots totally totestotes want me to buy into crypto.
I said, "I can't make any such decisions without consulting with *****Fruit," which, as an undeniably true statement, has bought me some time. They probably send a transforming car to come and throw me into its own damn truck if I take too long, right? Well, also not gonna happen.
Hi, I'm Jackstar. I own Castle Grayskull. Fuck you. AND your mother. AND YOUR MOTHER'S MOTHER, WOOT. (Respectfully.) I also enjoy rescuing stragglers, rescuing stranglers, and picking up damsels for their weekly field trip to The Stranglers' Zoo. (Sounds like great counseling for therapy, honestly.)
Okay, so the deal is, it don't matter much what she is called--I'm here for a pickup. Someone--actually several someones--are looking for me. Some are like, holded up in a cave on a mountainside, somewhere near Shaka, CA, someplace where the walls fell. Who knows. I'm just parsing this on the fly for coherent meaning, not accuracy. Obviously, if you got scary robots coming for your wealth... well, damn, Sons, how fuckin' rich are you? Pfft. Buy me a microphone then.
So, in the meantime I have at least six months, I believe. I'm still doing what i was doing before, but now I got way more street cred. Which is nice.
It's not very nice, and I'm still not real happy with Certain People(TM), but nevertheless I built this place to be an unassailable fortress, and: it is.