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Jupiter was feeling...well shitty, honestly. He'd been out late with what could only be described as a horse-faced ho nanny but damn could that girl brew some shit and he had the hangover to prove it. The giant had slumped over the dry river's edge for the better part of the morning and had himself a good long sulk, but he couldn't do that all day. He needed to get up and get moving no matter how much it sucked or how badly he wanted to melt into the dry ground.

And what awful better way to get himself back into shape than jumping feet first into a terrible idea? Yep, he was going to fix himself with his second favorite 'F' activity. So he'd fixed himself a small drink to take the edge off, downed that, and then set off for a good place to plop down a bad idea. He was going to fight everybody. No, really, he was literally going to fight everyone who showed up.

Once out in no man's land Jupiter stopped, planted his feet a little too wide, threw back his head (saw shooting stars and winced) and howled for anyone crazy enough to fight a bunch of strangers at once.