PR_Rep steps out of The Stargazers Head Quarters after a chat with the @Al-Bundy. He is shaking his head a bit, seems there was a small misunderstanding with what sort of public relations he was looking for from me. I guess sitting on a couch from a different decade with half a hand down his pants wasn't the public image he was looking for. 

"I guess it's good that I sent it to him for approval before sending it to the paper! Hell, it likely saved my life!" 

He walks down the street only one block before reaching a small beat up building with all the windows boarded up. Just above the single door is a sign that reads "MA L R OM". PR_Rep reads it to himself then says:

"Maybe its Spanish. Oh well, its home now! Boss says I am banished to sorting letters for the rest of my time here! Could be worse I guess!"

PR_Rep straightens his tie, lifts his chin and walks inside to find and office and to start sorting the family mail.