This Is Hatter. He's Very, very, sneaky.
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The Legend Of Hatter…
Hatter, met jeff biggars on a dusty road called el guajolote, somewhere ease of central Mexico. Hatter was going by the name of mollis libero at the time and had a long road ahead of him. Hatter hasn’t seen a car for three straight days. The air was as dry as one of Jeff's jokes and the sand wouldn’t stop blowing in hatter’s eyes. Hatter was in desperate need of water and shady place to lay down.
Then, wouldn't you know it, Here comes Jeff in a custom El Camino and a paisley shirt. he saw Hatter and Hatter saw him. They didn't know it at the time but that day would change the rest of their LIVES.
Jeff pulled that neon blue El Camino to the side of the road and said, "need a Ride?". Hatter climbed INTO the PASSENGER'S seat and collapsed with exhaustion. Jeff reached up took his hat off his head to give the dig shade. He then quickly fashioned a MAKESHIFT dog bowl out of a spare leather sample given to him hours earlier. Hatter drank every drop of the last liter of water that jeff had been carrying.
At that moment Hatter stopped going by the name of mollis libero, and Jeff never asked why.