Orko was drifting through time and space when he stopped. What was he doing? Why was he floating? Where was he floating to? This is important at all, he just needed to add more substance to this thing if I'm being completely honest with you. That's when he saw the brand new night club that everyone seemed to be getting inside, maybe this is where he belonged. After all, it looked like it was chalk filled with the types of men and women he wanted to associate himself with; forcing himself into the front of the line he scruffed up the man's beard with his stubby little arms and looked past him into the business itself. It was bumpin'.

"It is I, Orko. Let me in."

The bouncer was displeased with what was happening right now and pushed poor Orko away.

"You don't get inside here looking like that, kid."

The young maverick was in shambles. If he couldn't get inside this night club, then could he really even affiliate himself with the mafia? Looking down at his tattered clothes and used gum that he lined the back of his pants with to keep it fresh for later, Orko realized that perhaps the bouncer had a point. Maybe it was time for him to find a new look.

THE OFFER OF A LIFETIME

Hello friends of the thingamajig we call the mob. It is I, Orko.

I am here posting this note to put you all on notice that I am looking for some new digs, only the finest of quality will suffice. Everything sent to me that I believe is up to standards will net you two, uh... scrounges in his pockets and pulls out a few of what the people in the underground call credits, it was some hip new currency that only those in the know would even deal in. It was practically a gold bullion, but for those with a predilection for murder and drugs. ...two credits! 

The best will receive five credits and everyone who sends something I dislike will be shot into outer space with my brand new outer space shooterizer™ which I've been working on in my spare time. No idea if it works yet, but anyone who dares to challenge me will be a guinea pig of sorts. 

Come one, come all.

Or nobody come because I don't really care if I'm being honest with you. That is all.

With that he floated his way back towards his place of business and waited for the first person to offer up a suit to him, he wasn't sure if there would be many suitors (HAHAHA) but he was hopeful that at least one talented individual would see his plea for help and come offer their services for him. 

Especially now that he was in the complete nude. Nobody wanted to see that.

PoshSpice takes out her tape measure and starts to measure @Orca

hmmm interesting 

she take a few more measurements just to be sure she shows her colleague the tape measure 2" 

Right I know just the thing