Hello Solo Man my name is Roger and i too am a solo man except for when i'm having a win of the Anarchy Tag Team Champion Ships with my sweet dad from the future-past whose name is Jake Borden, and except when i'm saving Rogers and Josephs with my half-brother who is that bitch Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and except when i'm with all of my friends like Prince Ibrahim of magical Niger at my favourite place in all of foggy London which is Aldi, and especially when i'm making the sex with my beautiful Humongous Molly who is 22 months pregnant with my child. Except for all of that i am a solo man too and so i think i might relate a wee bit to the trials and tribulations you face as a solo man too. After all, this one time when i was just minding my business solo eating a banana as was the fad at the time this bully came up and said 'why are you eating that banana like such a psycho, you psycho?' and so i said 'none of your business you poorly dressed apple-eater' which made the bully cry a bit and so he spread rumours around foggy London about how much of a psycho i was and it only stopped when i visited every person who thought i was a psycho and told them that i wasn't. It was quite the ordeal so i am sure you can understand why i must now skid in towards you and show you the new move i have learned which is called a small package.

Thank you for listening to my tale.


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Solomon kicks out. 

“There’s no fucking way you just learned a small package. You’ve had one your entire life. Get out of my face until War Games, loser.”

Solomon picks up his title and walks off.