The Gentleman's Intergalactic Blitz

On the manicured, topiary-lined practice field of Old Etonbury University, the air was thick with humidity and the scent of leather-bound corsetry. Artie Penhaligon's world shattered when he spotted a neon-blue tentacle emerging from Bax's lace-trimmed jersey. Convinced it was a crude prank designed to mock his refined sensibilities, Artie prepared to confront his teammate for his ungentlemanly conduct.