Jen had to admit - as far as hideouts went, Blake and Humbot had a pretty nice one. From the outside, it was a kind-of-run-down suburban home. The inside, however, was full of luxurious decor. High-end electronics dominated the room in which they rested. Humbot happily served her and Steve some hot chocolate while they listened to the (frankly ridiculous) story of banishment and time travel, of an absurd military theocracy government, of a mine collapse...it was too crazy to not be true.
"...and that brings us to tonight." Blake concluded.
"Wait a second," Steve said, "what about the purple nurple? Explain that!"
"Of course," Humbot said, "that was the test."
"What fricking test?"
"Steve, remember how I said we didn't know where to go until the newspaper article about you being a star scholar? Well, a few years ago - right when we got here, in fact, we thought we had located the star scholar. I mean, that's what the Reverend-General sent us back for, among other things. So we found an astronomer, as that seemed like an obvious choice, and gave him the test. He failed and died during the test. We left town for a while and then came back to set up shop and wait."
"Wait - you killed the astronomer with a purple nurple?"
"It wasn't intentional, Steve. We're not here to hurt people. We're here to help people. All people."
"Riiiiiggggght. Jen, can I talk to you in the other room?"
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