“Who the hell are you!? Get out of my damn office!” Thor shouted as he threw a stapler at Freddy, hitting him square in the chest. Freddy gave him an unamused look.Thor cracked a cheeky smile. “Hey there Freddy. Love the cut. And the style. And the uh… well, you’re a whole new character now, aren’t you? Damn, you really took this PR shit seriously, huh?”Freddy chuckled, shaking his head. “Not… really, actually.” He walked forward, taking a seat before Thor. “Most of this just kind of happened. I was just gonna introduce myself to everyone, give out some gift baskets, and fuck off back to work.”“Typical Freddy. You just can’t stick to normal parameters.” He smiled. “Guilty as charged.”“Also, what exactly inspired you to donate such a vast amount of money?”“Well… let’s just say I slightly overestimated the financial state of the people living here. Speaking of which…” Freddy looked torn for a moment. “Isn’t Valhalla actually super poor?”Thor gave him a flat look. “Are you just now figuring that out? Jesus, man… You really weren’t paying any attention.” Thor sighed and got off his chair. “Other than safety from the other factions, we don’t have much to offer here. We can’t run any stable business given how often we get sabotaged, and expeditions into the interspace can only get us so far.“We supply and produce most of the stuff we need ourselves, which saves us from just straight up starving to death, but even then, we’re in no position to brag… There’s (...)