They could’ve just named it the Stuper League. That’s all they had to do. Name it after me. And Stuart Scott. And Stu Cook. And Stu Pickles. And Stuart Little. And, of course, Disco Stu. The big six.
But alas.
They didn’t.
And now it’s gone.
Meanwhile, the six of us are left waiting. Waiting for the interdimensional summoning that will bring us to the true Stuper League, where we will either unite and dominate a galaxy (different one—not this one) or tear each other’s souls to bits.
Thanks a lot, Europe.
