Picture the scene... Gruff viking spinning a stick in the park... Pissed off at the world but desperately searching for the beauty behind the sorrow, oblivious to the world. Still stuck in the brutality of martial arts, and trying to turn that into a dance with a stick...
Then up pops this pixie... Literally blinding the viking in the bright sunlight with her vibrancy and grace... " hi" says the pixie "wanna come spin with some galactic beings, you look like you need some proper friends"
The viking is stunned, and promptly does his normal gruff and weird shit that the pixie completly ignores and tells him where to be and when.. And so the legend goes of how I met jorgi... ( I may be paraphrasing evvvvveeerrrrr so slightly!!!)
