There once was a puppy, with black spiky hair. Okay, he's not a puppy, but he might as well be...if he wasn't built like a sex god, maybe you could refer to him as a puppy. Well, he was called a puppy for several reasons. One being the inexhaustible energy he seemed to possess..as well as his ability to seek out any type of trouble he could conjure up. For example: one day, his teacher went out to drink with the other two masters, feeling that they needed a pick me up. While they were gone, the puppy slipped into the master's chambers, and almost without thought of the consequences, mixed bleach and pink hair dye into harmless looking bottles. Needless to say..he was punished. Or he would have been. Due to his trouble-making habits, he also had ways of avoiding the worst of repercussions. Which involved crawling into the tight fitting air ducts above his masters office and praying that no passing employee ratted him out. There were many, including dot-man, who had looked a bit like an Indian woman with a dot on his forehead, hence the embarrassing nickname he had been given. Since they themselves were probably up to no good, he doubted they'd say anything, but having as much blackmail as he did helped...you'd be surprised what you hear through air-vents. I guess the puppy is the Trickster incarnate. Perhaps not...but as I am a lazy storyteller, you'll have to begrudge me later for more in detail tales of my favorite sex god/trickster. For now, feel free to imagine those tanned, scarred hands giving you a wondrous back massage.