SCRUB-SCRUB-SCRUB! SQUEAK!
Deep inside the central singularity chamber of Black-Hole Sewage & Recycling Plant #1, right at the edge of the event horizon where gravity was strong enough to crush a planet into a marble, a hundred thousand burly figures in bright yellow rubber suits were whistling a cheerful work song in unison.
“Heave-ho, scrub the grate! Scrape the space-sludge off the plate! Clean the pipe from top to bottom, Uncle Guo’s pork buns, we just got ’em!”
Leading the choir at the very bottom of Main Intake Sewer Pipe #4 was none other than General Jin Ge—the Rank 9 Late Peak commander of the Upper World’s Golden Sickle Harvester Vanguard!
A month ago, when Jin Ge had first sailed out of the hundred-light-year Upper-World Gate, he had worn gleaming golden battle-plate and looked down on all mortal galaxies like ants.
Today, over his golden armor, Jin Ge wore a size-XXL bright yellow Debtor Vest, a pair of elbow-length pink rubber dishwashing gloves, waterproof rubber waders, and a yellow plastic shower cap stretched tightly over his immortal golden crown so sewer grease wouldn’t get in his hair.
Even more shocking was the shiny brass badge pinned right over his heart:
