Z rushed to the forest where we were, to tell us he lost the pastry, to which me and Zedarnda simply replied "We know." The high-techass space ship took off. No longer having to defend the toaster pastry, we were still curious as to where "Spacetart" could've gone. We needed a way to follow him. But how? I mean, we'd have to build a space ship of our own, which lord knows we couldn't do that. Luckily, a lovely family had just parked what appeared to be a flying RV outside of the forest. We ran up to it, making sure the family didn't see us. Then, we took all their belongings out of it and hijacked the vehicle.

As soon as I figured out how to get the RV started up, we were off! That family looked really pissed as we were flying away. Zedarnda and Z seemed worried, but I assured them "Hey, what are they gonna do, call the space cops?" Z was relieved, while Zedarnda warned me it's a possibility that space has its own authorities. If such a thing does exist, I sincerely hope they don't have the same stupid name I came up with. 

The three of us decided to form an alliance; an alliance that faces off against the evils of space, just for the hell of it! But we needed a name. A cool name, too. Not some randomly generated English class name like "the Timid Tigers." It needed to be the most badass team name ever coined. So we started kicking some names around. "The Comers," "The Seers," "The Conquerors." None of them stuck. "Comers" is starting to sound really good, now that I think of it... Oh god, what am I saying? Without thinking, I said our name should be "Jack Galaxy." Z then requested: "Or how about the Jackasses?" Zedarnda added to that: "Team Space Chill!" "Should we just take a vote?" Z and Zedarnda agreed that we should.

And so we took a vote. "All in favor of 'Jack Galaxy--

Everyone raised their hands. "Alright, it has been decided. We are Jack Galaxy: The Voyagers and Defenders of Any and Every Corner of Space!"