John quircked his left eyebrow, observing the man’s attire. A fully red leather jacket, with a dark green pair of trousers. John, quite baffled, soon let his right eyebrow quirck up aswell.

“My name is John, John Hollow … Yes” He stuttered. The colorful man smiled down at him, a snake-like smile.
“I know, John. I’ve known for years.” He guided the stunned John into the car.
“John, you seem somewhat lost. Is it alright if I talk to you during our trip to Vicinity 5?” John arched both eyebrows up, even more. “Vic …?” His muttering question did not pass on to the man, who was talking endlessly about the new threat the Bowl-Hats were forming and the continuous pressure the Pandahogy Purples were putting on the Redwets.
What in the name of the prison warden’s beard is this man talking about?
The car stopped in an amusement park. He couldn’t help but notice the men standing on each corner of the street, in groups of four. All of them in red jackets, and dark green pants.

“What are you people?”