Previous Post The streets of Parodopolis were rainy and Joey wasn't in the mood for changing the weather like he had been known to do on occasion. So he trudged through the puddles of the back streets without any aim nor destination. Where it would land him, he didn't care. He had just accidentally thought pistachio ice cream out of existence and was feeling kind of bad about it. It wasn't entirely his fault though. His Naicluvian blood couldn't handle the basic amino acids of the ice cream mixed with those proteins from the pistachio nuts and he simply, and very temporarily- ok, so it was an hour- went nuts. Joey was spasming in the park with people carefully walking around him – except for the guy who stole his wallet – when he realised he was actually being scanned by a level nine Xnylonian cellular analyser. Joey put the whole anaphylactic shock thing on hold for a moment and looked up in surprise. The man watching him was dressed in a neat grey business suit, with bowler hat and umbrella, and he was carrying a rolled up Paradopolis Times under his arm. Except he didn’t really look like that at all when Joey squinted and saw him as he truly was. “Entity known as Joey Z?” the man in the bowler asked. He handed a document to the Naiucluvian wanderer. “Who wants to know?” Joey demanded, checking the paper he’d just been given. “Oh, I’m just a process server,” the stranger told him, tipping his hat then vanishing in a field of dull grey sparkles. Joey read the paper. It indicted him for the destruction of the Shee-Yar Imperium, the murder of over ninety billion beings. “I never murdered ninety billion beings!” Joey protested. “It’s a bum rap!” It went on to explain that he’d therefore been scheduled for cosmic deletion, and politely explained that he had twenty-four hours to put his affairs in order. “I don’t have affairs,” Joey wailed. “I wish I had affairs.” He went back to spasming on the ground for a while and worried about what to do next.

OK, so here;s the idea, Add no more than a page, but no less than a paragraph and make sure that someone has to think outside of the box to get Joey out of trouble next.

Facts on Joey Z. (for those who've forgotten him):

1- He's an alien from another planet.
2- Naicluvians (the race Joey belongs to) are extremely allergic to anything that has not originated from their home planet. Once Joey teleported by eating mixed vegetables. More accurately, his molecules separated and travelled at a high velocity several hundred miles from his previous position- all with his consciousness in tact.
3- Joey Z. has a remarkable gift. He's one of four focal points for all reality. The down side is that Joey doesn't take many things seriously and so that could mean disaster for us all.

Have fun!