You agree to train Stellar Artois to become a legendary space wizard.

“What would you like to focus on?” you ask the eager trainee with a demonic twinkle in his eye.

“I want to focus on looking cool,” he explains. “Teach me to do more rad shit.”

So you teach Stellar the ancient art of doing rad shit. You show him how to stir and pour stargaritas with his telekinesis, how to zap a claw machine to get a free plushie, and how to shoot lightning from his eyes to create stage effects for rock bands.

Stellar remains your loyal pupil for years to come, because he just wants to learn dumb tricks, and you own a book called Space Wizard Tricks: How to Be the Lifeforce of the Party that you got as a birthday present when you were nine. Everybody wins!

THE END