As most children are born, Squeegurs was shot through the sky at 500 miles an hour into the ground (For those young blog readers out there: that's why babies have such soft bones). Nobody found Squeegurs that day... and when people don't find their gravity challenged babies there's only one place for them to go.... the local retirement home. There Squeegurs was raised by wild old people; quickly learning their ways of life. Our story starts in 3010... the nine year old Squeegurs, unaware of her true potential, is living by herself in a one bedroom apartment at the other side of Downtownsland. Squeegurs, having been fired from the local bar for being too young to serve drinks, has come short on her rent... Squeegurs' landlady; Chinese Lady Landlord, (In the future, people are named by their race and occupation to make things easier... unless you own a dry cleaning service....) has come to her apartment to collect the rent.... that Squeegurs doesn't have.....
To Be Continued.....
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