Found another of Drake’s arch-fiends down on the docks throwing down with my boys, but he ain’t really in it; just got a job to do that he’d bail on if we could free his sister from her bring-back-Gilgamesh contract. So we took a damn space whale through some dark world to find this tornado chick and talk her down from letting G out. Didn’t make any of that up. Shit. Then we came home, Drake grabbed the one fighting with my boys, went home, and started groping clay people or some shit to make ’em human or something.