Greg the thick llama ride down a hill in a grocery cart, about to launch into outer space.
"Are you prepared for this mission Greg?" A member of NASA said, Greg nodded. He needed to save the war and be the ultimate keeper of peace. Taco hell had made a giant taco star in space and they were threatening to kill the population and replace everyone with Bahama Blast Mountain dew.
"I am the llama god, keeper of peace and this author is NOT drunk." Greg said as he was launched into outer space.
This was his time to shine.
