You find yourself walking down a darkened alley, your high heels click-clacking on the wet pavement, a half moon hangs in bleary skies. You feel a prickle on the nape of your neck and you turn your head only for your peripherals to catch a glimpse of a pair of silhouettes following you at a quickened pace. You speed up only for your click-clack to become a violent stumble. You brace for the inevitable and you hear pained cries behind you along with a shuffling of refuse and gravel.
You feel a strong hand grasp your shoulder and help you up, you turn and face the equally chiseled and grizzled features of one Lee Rodriguez. He asks you one question: "Do you babysit on weekends?"
You breathlessly whisper... "no."
"Fuck", he replies.
Your mind races and you sputter a question of your own, "How do I become a PoP! contributor?"
He laughs that scary laugh of his, which turns into a coughing fit. You pat him on the back but he waves you off.
"I'm serious, how do I contribute?"
"Just like how you get into Carnegie Hall..."
"What?"
"I don't know I was watching 'Last Action Hero' last night - I was drinking."
"Oh."
"Yeah, Smirnoff Ice will fuck a brutha up."
"So as to my question?"
"NINJA VANISH!"
Lee just stands there in front of you.
"Dude."
"Shhh, I've yet to sober up yet."
You sigh, and wait for a proper response.