Anton Kreil is squawking like a pink monkey bird. Basically, he's freaking out in a moonage daydream. And he'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for us, if we give him half a chance with his 'lectric eye. So I'm saying, the church of Kreil, love, is such a holy place to be.
What's this all about? I don't know. Space trading or something. I suppose it's a good way of avoiding the regulators, like the old days on the astral plane. I can only wish him the best of luck. The guy's got some imagination, ain't he?
What's this all about? I don't know. Space trading or something. I suppose it's a good way of avoiding the regulators, like the old days on the astral plane. I can only wish him the best of luck. The guy's got some imagination, ain't he?
