"AAAAAAAAGH!"
You cringe as you are stabbed with Zombie's blade. You cry aloud as you are sucked into the void.
You sit in front of a wide desk. A stack of papers is in front of you. Several space cops stand by your side.
The lawyer clears his throat.
"We need your signature, Saltarius."
Your name is Saltarius. And you are master of the known universe.
Granted, the known universe is a Mall hurdling through unknown space. But still. Not too shabby a position.
As mentioned before, you are sitting at your desk. The lawyer anticipates your signature on a stack of papers.
What will you do?