It was a fine Tuesday morning and the sun was shining. Birds were singing, Petah the duck was being fed, Macarena was on the breakthrough of the century creating some sort of a music. So overall, business was booming.

Homelander had just gotten back from one of his "Save the world" shitty missions. Usually they meant dealing with fuckers that for some reason, after witnessing it thousands of times that they couldn't get through the skin of Homelander, still went their way to take shots. What can I say, I'm as surprised as you are to be perfectly honest.

Regardless, this mission was something more specific. Apparently there was a supe whose piss could destroy cities. So not your average hillbilly after a grand night of getting drunk, nor me after going about with spicy food. No, this was different, but at the end all the same. It ended as soon as it started. Guys head was smashed and piss was going all around his body. Great sight, I know.

After finishing the mission, Homelander smiled, posed for the cameras, said his lines and whoop whoop flew away. Who's a good boy? Homelander is a good boy!

While strolling around the city he got to hear a speech on the other side of the city with his superhearing ability. Apparently it was one of the descendants of the late Alanis.

Redemption. It was a redemption speech. She was going about discussing the life events and what led to the shitty decision making. 

IT WAS ALL NEIL!!!

Homelander decided to go to the nearest reporter so that they could film his speech.

Lights, camera, action!

Hello world and Hello Neil!

This is your most friendly neighbourhood Superhero Homelander. 

I've come to you today to address a complete mismanagement of funds in these dire times of rebuild. There are rumours that the late Alanis was being paid over 300 hundred million dollars to throw molotov cocktails around the cities. I mean, what the fuck is up with that?

And why are the wrong people being recruited for that type of work. 

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Also again, what the actual fuck?

Also if you're wondering who the actual fuck is Neil, what's this with the $300 hundred million, take a look at this paper.

Fluffiest had been nicely napping in the warm Chicago midsummer sun, but somehow people didn't care about his sleeping bliss.

First he hear some gun shot and as he looked down from his perch he saw it was Alanis who had shot at someone while running the beat for some godfather or mother whatever it was. He sighed, stretched and told his human interpreter bird friend to fly out and tell whoever cared.

Not long after someone proclaiming to be the offspring of alanis sprouted many conspiracy theories and hidden orders from shadowy places. God was that person annoying, he wished he wasn't so sleepy and bite their ankles straight through.

But then as soon as she was dragged away by men in white customes some other dude, homelander or whatever, bum 1st class starts to shout even weirder stuff, i mean seriously what does a feline gotta do to have some GOD DAMN NAP TIME.

He hissed at homelander indicating to pipe it down!!!