Pit went over to Palutena's temple drenched in mud after falling into a garbage pit trap created by Medusa and being called by Palutena. "What do you want?" Pit asked, aggravated."Oh, Pit!" Palutena said, with a blushy smile. "Sorry 'bout what happened back there." "Yeah, thanks," Pit said. "How about you have some pie?" She took a plate with a slice of pie on it from a table and gave it to Pit. Pit took a bite out of it, and froze., dropping the plate. "Rhubarb?" Pit said. "Oh, forgetting why I called you," Palutena said, taking out a flyer and giving it to Pit. "Angel Boot Camp?" Pit read. "Yep, that's where you're going," Palutena replied. "What?!" Pit exclaimed. "I've never been to boot camp! What if my life is changed forever? What if Skyworld falls under rule of Medusa?" "I have it all handled," Palutena said. "But, right now, we should get you to know your counselor, Sarge." Sarge was a bulky man. He wore a Park Ranger Hat and a camaflouge shirt, with laced military boots and a cigar in his mouth. "Hey...Sergeant," Pit greeted nervously. Sarge got off the pillar he was leaning on and said, "Boy, If you gon' come over to my camp, you better be respectful, you better be grateful, an' you better be a full grown man if you wanna be some 'royal guard'." Sarge pulled Pit over his shoulder and took him away in a tactical Jeep.
To be continued....
To be continued....
