Ugh, I hate this journal shit. I hate my therapist, all "Oh Tora, stop killing people", stupid humans, it's the only way I can make money. Infact I'm heading to earth right now for a job, killing some robotic asshole, hired by some eyeball sounding fucker. "Eye Of The Future" How pretencious. This job'll be easy. Just as long as I don't have to take that stupid job at The Bird Union.

November 4th 3440,

The job was not easy. I got shot twice and pushed off a cliff, and the fuckers STOLE MY WALLET. I hate that planet, I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I don't even have any money! I have to take this Bird Union job now, wonderful. The paper says meet "President Goose" at the start of the Hades River. PRESIDENT GOOSE. Not just that, "Vice President Heron", but oh no! It GETS BETTER! "Along with Vice Vice President Emu, Vice Vice Vice President Seagull, and Vice Vice Vice Vice President Duckling".
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried, I am SAD that I could not make this shit up if I tried. This is so stupid, but they're paying so much that it's almost a rip-off if I don't take this job. Ugh."

November 5th, 3440, Tora walks into a briefing room. With a goose (the goose has a monocle) on a table.