The Misfits Go to the United Nations
The Misfits Go to the United Nations There are certain places in the world where you simply don't expect to see Stg. Salty and the Misfits. The United Nations headquarters was definitely one of them. It was a crisp morning when Salty stood outside the building, sunglasses on, coffee in one hand and a folder tucked neatly under his arm. Behind him stood Sarah, Susan, Lucy, Dinkz, Winkz, Whizzley, Quags, McFinleyyy and Ye Olde Large Lad. Ye Olde Large Lad, naturally, was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Salty looked over his shoulder. "You're actually wearing that?" Large Lad looked down at himself. "Of course." "We're going into the United Nations." "I know." "Into an international diplomatic organisation." "I know." "And you've chosen a Hawaiian shirt." Large Lad smiled. "I thought it would brighten the place up." Dinkz nodded thoughtfully. "Technically, he's got a point. If we're go...