AAOOOSC! United

"I Don't Know If You Can See It, But I Don't Care."

New York City, New York, USA
July 11, 2017
Afternoon

The pair of wide towers made out of windows, lined with steel, is looming over the GHP members. Yet hanging over the windows and plastered on the walls are different banners of the Edmonton Oilers celebrating with their captain. The banners bear the phrase HUNDRED-TIME STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS in different styles.

All of the members are staring at the new decoration of the NHL headquarters in different degrees of shock.

"'Hundred-time Stanley Cup champs'?" Sidney reads from a banner, dumbfounded.

"I thought your Penguins winning back-to-back was bad," Jonathan exclaims, slack-jawed. "But this is just ridiculous!"

Sidney whirls to him with fury. "Hey! That was a great run we had! You won two Stanley Cups as well!"

"The Golden Knights won none...," Reid tells the two warily, slowly raising up a hand.

Kale eyes him with a toothy grin. "That's because they hadn't played a single game yet."

Reid drops his hand with a slight frown. "Right."

John has inquiring eyes at the banner while rubbing his chin. "They are the victor in supplementary Stanley Cup Finals than the Canadiens of Montreal."

Kailer eyebrows shoot up. "Not substandard. I do take delight in the Oilers triumphing this multitudinous times, since I was drafted by them." He adjusts the collar of his shirt in pride.

"So, Connor made the Oilers win too many times," Dru states with crossed arms. "What next?"

Brett has worried eyes at her. "Does this mean he took over the NHL?"

"Most likely, seeing what he did to the headquarters," Jonathan answers dryly, eyeing the orange and blue-covered building.

"So if M'David took over the NHL, then does that mean Hartsy got the CHL?" Brett continues on, panic rising in his facial expression.

"And NCAA?!" Jake adds in a yelp.

"Oh no!" Emily clutches onto his face with her two hands. "Not the NWHL and CWHL!"

"And AHL and ECHL!" Matt continues on with his hands out from his sides.

Ryan has a hint of anxiety despite the fact he is listening to his rock music through his earplugs.

Sidney purses his lips at the building before turning to his group. "I guess it's best to ask someone. But assume the worst and with that, nothing can get any worse!"

Reid then jabs his finger toward his right down the sidewalk. "Hey, is that Patrick Kane?!"

Everyone instantly whirls to his finger's direction.

Sauntering down the sidewalk toward their direction with his usual relaxed expression is Patrick himself.

Sidney gasps with hope. "Patrick!" He rushes up to him, halting beside him. "Patrick, you're out! We need your help!"

Patrick peers down at him with confusion, stopping his movements. "What, man? What do you mean 'I'm out'?"

"Well, Connor took you away as a hostage with Nathan and Pekka," he explains with large eyes at him.

The blond man holds his perplexed stare. "Connor taking hostages, dude? Man, he would never do that. He's the best dude ever." He nods up at the Oilers-decorated buildings. "He won his hundredth Stanley Cup, which is so rad. I want him to win another!"

Sidney is now gawking. "Since when did you turn into an Oilers fan?"

Patrick reverts his gaze back down at him. "I was always one, man. All the dudes and dudettes are Oilers fans. We are so stoked about Connor and his gnarly team."