Sjin woke up to a new day on his farm. He rubbed his eyes and raised his hand to block out the morning sun's rays that streamed through the window. He could hear a rooster crow somewhere off in the distance.

"Ugh… Okay…" He sat up on his bed. "I'm awake… A new day! What I'm I supposed to do today…?"

The still-sleepy farmer pulled a clean white t-shirt over his head and pulled up his farmer overalls. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and shaved before going downstairs. Before exiting his house, Sjin pulled on his shoes and walked out to the To Do Board.

"Hm… Oh yeah! I need to set down the foundations for the Sjindig!" The farmer scratched his head and started towards the storage shack. "I'll need wood, stone bricks, some fences…"

The determined farmer drew up a design on the spot in this head as he walked to the storage building. He decided to go with that and brought out the necessary materials to set the foundations for the stage, the dance floor and all the other buildings.

"Okay… so I picked out the spot. The place next to the Grandidier's Baobab orchard."

Sjin worked out the exact measurements for the stage, the structure he was going to be building first, in his head. He toyed around with the idea of a few designs and finally settled on the one he liked most. He brought out the wood planks and-

"Sjin! Sjin!"

"What? Where? Is that you, Kim?" The farmer turned around.

Before him was his panting apprentice, bending over and catching her breath. "Sjin… I…"

"H-hold on, Kim. Catch your breath and tell me calmly. What's all the rush?"

Kim looked up, her eyes wide with fear. "Strawfingers is going to sabotage your Sjindig!" She cried.

Sjin felt his heart grow cold. "How? How is he going to do that?" He demanded. "I need to stop him!"

"He's set up several TNT blocks right below your feet! He intends to blow everyone up at the Sjindig!"

"WHAT!?" Sjin cried. His heart was pounding with fear. "No… no… Is he down there right now?"

"I don't know," Kim shook her head in defeat. "I don't know… I was sleeping in my little house when I woke up in the middle of the night. I remembered something Strawfingers was mumbling about when I was still in the Nether."

"Yeah, and that is?"

"He said something about a Sjindig… and something about blowing it up from underneath!"

"WHAT!? But… but…" Sjin sputtered in shock. "We need to do something! Kim, you said that the Strawfingers guy placed TNT below our feet, right?"

"Yeah… that's what he said," Kim nodded.

"Then we need to dig down and stop Strawfingers once and for all!" He took out his shovel.

"Wait! Sjin, no!" Kim reached out and stopped Sjin's arm from using the shovel to dig down. "He might have some kind of remote control or something! If you go down there, he might blow you up!"

"But I can't let that Strawfingers blow up everyone else!" Sjin growled. "My farm… my friends…"

"Sjin… don't look now, but I think that's Strawfingers over there… Is he the purple scarecrow?" Kim gulped.

Sjin turned his head slightly and, out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of the purple bastard, who was silently watching them on top of the Grandidier's Baobabs.

He gulped too and looked at Kim uncertainly. "He's has a very good advantage right now. If he has a remote like you say, then one press and he can end me, you, and both our farms! I don't exactly have my shotgun right now, just a steel sword…"

"Oh no!" Kim's eyes filled with tears. "Baby Sips! What about Baby Sips? He's going to kill all those innocent animals?"

"Well, he is a ruthless mother trucker, no doubt. Let's see what he wants at the very least."

Sjin turned his head and faced Strawfingers. "You there!" He yelled up at the purple scarecrow. "What do you want?"

The scarecrow's face slowly formed a grotesque smile. He jumped down from the tops of the Baobabs and landed a few meters away from Sjin and Kim. Quietly, slowly, he drew out a small, square remote control from his tattered overalls. Sjin drew his sword and kept it at the ready.

"Well, we meet at last, farmer," Strawfingers hissed. "I intend to blow up everyone at your precious Sjindig, and there's not much you can do about it, can you?"

"You won't get away with this, Strawfingers," Sjin said quietly. "As long as I'm alive, I'm going to do everything in my power to prevent you from executing your evil plans!"

At this, Strawfingers started laughing. It was a low chuckle at first, but it quickly grew to a full-out evil laughter. Sjin stood there, unamused, as the purple scarecrow laughed and laughed.

"Ha! Are you kidding me, farmer? You? You and your puny little mustache? Don't be ridiculous! You see, farmer, I hold all the playing cards right now. I have the ultimate power to spare you or blow you to smithereens." He smiled wickedly.

"Don't insult the mustache you scumbag…" Sjin muttered under his breath. He sighed and said, "What do you want from me, Strawfingers?"

Strawfingers thought for a bit. "Well," he said slowly. "I want revenge. Revenge for sticking my ass up a stick and leaving me there to rot. You know, I would've not have bothered you if you didn't do that… but since you did, well, I guess it cannot be helped."

"Kim?" Sjin asked. "What's your opinion on this?"

Kim had been quite quiet all throughout Sjin and Strawfinger's conversation. Sjin thought he detected a bit of guilt in her averted eyes, but he quickly shoved aside the idea. Kim couldn't possibly be in with Strawfinger's plan.

"Um… I don't really know what to make of this situation…" She mumbled. "It doesn't exactly involve me, Sjin."

"Kim! Everyone might be blown up, and you don't care?" Sjin cried incredulously. "How could you?"

Kim looked away, guilt still present in her eyes. "I just… don't want to get more involved in this…"

"Wait. More involved?"

Meanwhile, Strawfingers was watching the whole thing with a crooked smile. "She hasn't told you?" He chuckled. "How pitiful. And here I thought you humans were more intelligent."

"What do you mean?" Sjin shot at the scarecrow. "What do you mean, she hasn't told me anything? Kim has nothing to do with you, besides the fact that you kidnapped her!"

"Sjin…" Kim said quietly. "I didn't want to do this, but…"

Sjin turned around to face Kim, but it was too late. His beloved apprentice brought down a pipe on his head, and the farmer knew no more.