For some reason it reminds me of the snow and heat miser...
"I'm Mister Cash Christmas,
I'm Mister flux,
I'm Mister deal riser,
I'm Mister thousand bucks.
They call me money miser,
whatever I touch,
turns to cash in my clutch,
haha I'm too much."
... eh I tried
Drifting through the cosmos, a clunky trade and scavenger ship dubbed the V.C.Rasputin proceeds on its course harboring a rather motley crew. An outcast news reporter, a 13 year-old boy and his caregiver, a rogue convict, and a mechanic on a quest for revenge. But what happens when the ship's schedule is thrown off by someone, or something, that seems a bit out of the ordinary? In a world where aliens are already proven to exist, what more is a little magic?
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