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Ricky was on Zolar.
Like, actually, physically standing on Zolar.
Everything was smaller than he imagined, save for the giant golden arch dwarfing the rest of the landscape. A voice boomed overhead.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for… Zolar's next available bachelor!"
Lights whirled around him, blurring his visuals, before he was transported to the center of a stage— two chairs sat behind him; In one, a long-haired graying tabby-man, wielding a microphone in one paw.
He gestured for Ricky to take a seat. "Richard Potts!"
Ricky threw up a peace sign.
The crowd erupted into cheers.