Bijoux: I don't own the 'Jak and Daxter' series...which is probably a good thing...
Knowing me I probably ripped off some other things in here...so...let's just make this easier and say, I own nothing...except the name Praxjou...and Femaxis...and myconscience...no wait...I sold that on EBay...meh...I got 2 bucks either way...Please enjoy, and thankyou for all your kind reviews...
Palace Stories- May have been over exaggerated…
PraxJou
Everyone in Haven was happy. Not because the sun was brightly shinning in the sky, and the birds happily making their soft chirping noises…no…it was because—
"Father…where are you going…?" Ashelin asked as she approached her father, who had his back turned to her and was hunched over his bed.
"I already told you sweetie," Praxis cheerfully said, not bothering to turn to face Ashelin, "I'm going on a Baron workshop, far, far to the north…I won't be back until next week…"
"Oh…how…very…sad…I will…miss you…father…" Ashelin said in the manner of being dazed. She continued to stand in the doorway for a while, before bolting off, screams of joy echoing through the Palace.
"Aww, don't worry sweetie…I left Erol in charge…" Praxis said, at these words Ashelin 'mysteriously' appeared back in her fathers doorway, her mouth hanging wide open as a small assortment of strange little bugs flew down her throat.
"You what…?" Ashelin asked, her shocked face turning into a glare towards Praxis.
"I left Erol in charge…I would leave you in charge, but I think you're too young…5 year olds don't rule cities sweetie!" Praxis chuckled.
"Father…I am way older than 5…" Ashelin hissed, before crossing her arms and starting up a pouting routine.
"Well…um…you won't like your birthday present then…(Shows some form of half made children's swing below the Palace. By the looks of things…Praxis can't read instructions…) And I would've put Vebutt in charge…but I don't trust him…he'll probably go on a murderous rampage through the city and kill half my people…" Praxis chuckled, as he pulled out his whole underwear draw and shoved it in his suitcase.
"But father…you've been going on a rampage, almost everyday since you took the throne…don't you think you should cut Veger some slack I mea---" Ashelin said as she watched her father pick up his big screen TV and somehow fit in the suitcase, along with his bar fridge.
"WHAT, so you want that stiff in charge!" Praxis screamed into Ashelin's face, spit flying everywhere, as he pointed out the door, and straight into Veger's room across the hallway. Veger was sitting on his bed facing the open doorway, his back full on straight, doing nothing.
"Well…I…" Ashelin looked at the ground, with a tinge of shame and fear.
"I bet if you pelted something at him really hard, he would shatter into a million pieces! SEE!" Praxis screamed as he took off a boot and pegged it, with all his might, out the door at Veger.
Ashelin watched in horror, as the boot collided with Veger's face. For a while, he just sat there like it never happened…but soon he had 'shattered', as Praxis had claimed, and was whimpering on the floor crying, he was also screaming things like, "You're even worse than the kids from gym class!" as he clutched his head with fear.
"Father…that was horrible…" Ashelin said, as she stared at Veger, with the slight feeling of guilt.
"Yeah, but it was worth it!" Praxis laughed, as he took his suitcase off the bed, before picking it up and too forcing it into the suitcase.
"See, sweetie, I told you mugging Mary Poppins would be worth it!" Praxis said as he admired his little suitcase, probably full of half the Palace.
Sometime later, Praxis had appeared in Erol's room.
"Erol…everywhere the light touches…" Praxis had his arm around Erol as they looked out the window at the bustling city below, "IS MINE! You are only borrowing it while I am Away…and you better look after it too! Do you know how many people I had to 'shatter' to get you into this job!"
Erol gave the Baron a strange look as he shook his head.
"Well, then good!" The Baron screamed before turning sissy toned, "Cause I made a scrapbook about it…if you turn to page 5, you can see Torn getting a pair of hushpuppies to the gut!" Praxis said as he handed Erol a poorly made book, which was falling apart in numerous places at once.
"NOW EROL! You better agree with Erol becoming the baron of this city while his holiness Praxis, is gone…because if you don't then I'll send Erol to go kill you EROL!" Praxis was screaming, a thong was now clutched in his raised arm ready to throw it at Erol if he disagreed.
"Well…I…" Erol began, he wasn't sure about ruling the city, he did have a life to attend to after all, and didn't have the time to just sit on his butt in a throne, and do nothing, but throw cupcakes at passing guards.
"DOOO IIIIT!" Praxis screamed before pegging the thong at Erol, who partially winced as the thong came flying at him, slapping him in the face before falling to the ground.
"OH MY GOD! Erol help! Erol is invincible to my 'shattering'!" Praxis screamed as he ran out the door, throwing a high heel at Veger on his way.
Veger screamed, as the large pointy heel, went straight into his eye, sticking there as he ran around in circles, screaming for help.
"Oh for god's sake…" Erol muttered, before slamming his door, to block out Veger's screams of help.
And so the Baron got his suitcase and made his way to the exit of the Palace. Ashelin, Erol and Veger (who was now wearing an eye patch over his right eye) came to see him off.
Praxis walked towards his hellcat, he laid his suitcase on the ground and opened it, before hopping into his hellcat and driving it into the suitcase's lid, and with barely any effort, his hellcat was inside his little suitcase. He then picked up the suitcase, easily carrying it to the bus stop.
There was a 3-minute wait as the bus pulled up and opened its doors for Praxis to board it. Loud cheering was coming from the bus. A large banner, which read 'Baron Convention', was on the side of the bus.
"And I thought ours was the only stupid Baron…" Erol said as the bus slowly drove away, Praxis was waving to them from a window.
"Well…better get to my Baron duties…" Erol sighed as he slumped away, back up the Palace stairs, and through the front door.
Ashelin and Veger followed, going their separate ways when they had reached the floor with the throne room in it.
Erol had soon seated himself on the, too big for him, throne. He felt so lonely, being in such a large room all by himself. He was left to think about all the other things he could be doing right now…
He was happily thinking about racing, when another thought intruded his head…food…
"Mmm…food…" Erol absentmindedly said, his voice echoing around the large and dark room.
"Wait…what am I saying…I only just ate 20 minutes ago…but…I…need food…lots of food…now…" Erol was saying in a dazed tone, just as Veger entered the room.
"I got bored so I came to visit and…are you okay…?" Veger asked seeing the look of daze in Erol's eyes.
"Veger…" Erol said in a crazy man tone, as he got off the throne and stumbled down the stairs, "I need food…any food…YOURS!"
Erol was now advancing on Veger, a look and stance of craziness, was overtaking him, overpowering him, over exaggerating him…
"But…I don't have any food…and breakfast was only 23 minutes ago…" Veger whimpered as he backed away from the advancing Erol, who was looking him up and down.
"OH YES YOU DOOO!" Erol screamed, taking his boot off and hurdling it into Veger's face.
Veger screamed as the spike collided with his right eye, under the eye patch. Veger soon fled out the door, probably to the hospital.
"WHAT'S…HAPPENING…TO ME…SOMETHING THAT THRONE DID! I CAN'T CONTROL IT…" Erol gasped hunched slightly over, examining his hands as he flexed his fingers.
"EROL!" Ashelin angrily screamed, as she marched into the throne room, Veger's arm clutched tightly in her hand, "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO VEGER!" Ashelin screamed as she pulled the crying Veger in front of her, Veger appeared to be holding an ice pack to his right eye.
"Well, sweetie, I think the reasonable explanation here is that I simply, 'shattered' him…" Erol said, his voice all of a sudden becoming a notch deeper than what it usually was.
"What did you call me…?" Ashelin asked with a puzzled face expression.
"I…don't…know…" Erol said, his voice going back to normal.
"Okay…maybe you should go take a break or something…" Ashelin said, still eyeing Erol with confusion.
"Okay…I'll go take…a walk…" Erol said as he stumbled past Ashelin and Veger, and towards the door.
All the way out of the Palace, Erol felt as though some bizarre force was beckoning him to the kitchen…to the fridge, and to Ashelin's birthday cake, which 'Cookey' had spent weeks making, and perfecting.
Before long he had exited the palace and was heading along the port, when McDonalds caught his eye. He had a debate in his head whether he should order some or not, snapping out of it when he remembered that he hated McDonalds, before continuing along the port.
Erol was happily heading in the direction of the industrial section, when something else caught his eye. He strolled up the window of the wig store and peered inside, a large black wig, on a stand was alone in the window.
"Oh my god…a wig made entirely out of Scary Spice's hair…" Erol gasped at the sight, his voice had become that little bit deeper again.
"Wait…what the heck am I doing…? I hate the Spice Girls…I--- NO I LOVE THEM! No I…wait…NEED…MCDONALDS!" Erol screamed before he ran all the way back to McDonalds, where he ordered every unhealthy thing on the menu x4.
And yes, in the time space of half an hour, all the food was devoured, and Erol had indeed put on a copious amount of weight. His gut bulging with fat.
"Ooo…I go home now…" Erol said, his now large like Praxis figure, edging its way to the door.
It was probably a good thing that Ashelin/Veger didn't see Erol when he came home to change to bigger clothes, they probably would've died.
After about 15 minutes of Erol trying to force clothes onto himself, he gave up, and set off to raid Praxis' wardrobe. He had no sooner emerged wearing the whole fix of Praxis' clothes, and had somehow grown a large mustache and a little beard, making him look like the terror of Haven himself.
Erol had the urge to go out again, so he gradually made his way to the exit again. He went along his port rout again, ordering two big Macs fused together from McDonalds.
He eventually stopped at the wig shop again, drooling at the sight of the Scary Spice wig.
"Need…wig…" Erol said as he walked into the shop, demanding the wig from the guy over the counter.
"But its not for sale…" The guy said, this angered Erol.
"OH YES IT IS!" Erol screamed before his pulled a gum boot out of nowhere and pelted in at the man, before he grabbed the wig and ran away, back to the Palace.
About 10 minutes later, Erol had 'mysteriously' appeared in the slums, driving a yellow forklift which he found in the Palace garage. He had also found a Spice Girls CD that was currently playing.
Meanwhile at the Baron Convention…
"First name…?" A man was asking a just checking in, Praxis.
"Errr…Baron…" Praxis replied, shifting his suitcase around.
"Last name…?"
"Errr…Praxis…"
"Okay…we have another one called Baron…you will be called Baron 14…okay…your room is number 2…" The guy said, as Praxis started to make his way towards room 2.
"First name…?" The guy was now asking some one else.
"King…"
"Last name…?"
"Damas…"
"Room 2…"
"First name…?"
"Errr…Baron…"
"Oh for gods sake! HE'S BARON! YOU'RE BARON! I'M BARON! IS THERE ANY OTHER BARON'S THAT I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT!" The check in man screamed, only to be replied with, by about 25 hands rising, down the waiting line.
Praxis happily reached his room pushing it open and gazing inside at the 5 sets of bunk beds. Though the place looked like some form of boot camp, Praxis couldn't be more happier, about his roommates, a bunch of screaming, fat men, with overrated facial hair and metal covering different parts of their heads. Oh and look, one had bought a beer canteen…
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" Praxis screamed, throwing his suitcase across the room, where it broke and went out a window, before he charged at the other Barons, who all screamed and charged back.
When Praxis and another Baron collided, they just lay there with broken bones, laughing at nothing while the others got them some beer and McDonald's from the food corner.
Damas however entered the room with a shock…
"Oh my god…they're multiplying…" Damas muttered with astonishment, as he gazed at the laughing Barons.
Back at Haven…
"EROL!" Ashelin screamed as she chased after the yellow forklift, which was currently playing 'If you wanna be my lover'.
"Yes sweetie…?" Erol asked, turning his head a bit to look at Ashelin.
"What are you doing this for…!" Ashelin screamed at Erol, meaning the destruction that Erol caused to the city, with his forklift antics.
"Well…I thought the city could use a little excitement…and…I'LL KILL YOU JAK!" Erol screamed seeing a figure that looked like Jak standing not to far away. Though the figure was wearing what appeared to be Damas' clothes, it was actually Jak, though a little taller, and a little bigger.
"PRAXROL! STOP THIS IDIOCY AT ONCE!" Jak screamed, he sounded kinda like Damas.
"NEEEEEEEVEEEEEEER!" Erol screamed slamming his foot harder onto the accelerator and driving towards Jak.
"THEN YOU WILL PAY!" Jak screamed, getting his repeat of Damas' staff and throwing it at Erol. The staff flew through the air and smacked Erol in the forehead.
Erol seemed to rock a bit from the force of the blow, but he soon corrected himself and began to glare at Jak, his fist shaking, his eyes slit, as he roared like a boar.
Jak screamed when he realized the staff had done nothing but anger the temporary baron.
"OH YEAH! WELL YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT! YOU CANNOT WIN!" Erol screamed as he pulled a sneaker out of nowhere and pelted it as hard as he could at Jak, who screamed and tried to make a run for it.
"YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T GLIDE!" Erol screamed as he pushed a button on the forklift, which Praxis had labeled eject the load/turbo boost (I think we all know why the forklift would go faster without its Baron…).
And yes, Erol was ejected out of the forklift; breaking through the little bit of ceiling it had above the drivers seat, and was flung towards the running Jak.
Jak screamed as the shadow of the overly exaggerated Erol enclosed over him, the forklift going haywire in the background before it smashed into a wall of the slums. Horrid Spice Girl music still playing in the background.
Meanwhile at the Baron Convention, Praxis was taking his first class, "Manners and rights, when dealing with your people". The classroom was full of about 12 Barons, all listening intently to their teacher, from their little, chair attached to desk seats.
"Now, if a citizen of your city or town…(A baron near the back starts waving his hand around)…or refrigerated space shuttle…(the hand goes down) comes to you looking for sympathy money, what do you do…?" The teacher was asking.
Praxis' hand shot up from the middle of the front row, he waved it around, partly leaning forward, as he made noises of, 'pick me'.
"Yes Baron14…?" The teacher asked, looking down at Praxis.
"I pick em up by their underpants and throw them out the window!" Praxis screamed as if he was at a wrestling match, the room echoed with cheers and 'egging ons' by the other Barons, some of whom, would even lean to Praxis and pat him on the back or shoulder.
"Now, Baron14, how would you feel if someone grabbed by your underpants and threw you out the window…?" The teacher asked in a calm tone.
"I-dun-know…" Praxis said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well how bout we see…?" The teacher asked, walking behind Praxis' chair, where he tried to pick Praxis up by the undies. He tried ever so hard to pick him up, but only managed to rip Praxis' underwear completely off.
Praxis just sat there with a bored expression gazing at the blackboard, thinking about food, as the teacher struggled to bring harm to him, and as the other Barons cheered. Once the underwear had been ripped off, the teacher screamed, accidentally throwing the underwear into the ceiling fan above, where they rotated a couple of times before flying out the window, and towards the road, where a female driver got them caught on her head. She screamed as she swerved around on the road, before collecting another zoomer and smashing into a nearby tree. The classroom erupted with more cheers, this time Praxis joined in.
Just then the bell for them to go to another class rang. They all got up and made a move to the door.
"Um…class we will be wanting those back…" The teacher said as all the Baron's looked down to see their desks were stuck around their fat waists. They all made simultaneous, synchronized noises of embarrassment before forcing themselves out the desks and walking out the door, leaving the classroom to look like a baron bomb hit it.
Meanwhile back in Haven City, Ashelin had captured Erol and had forced him to take an exercise run with the other cast, so he could lose some weight. Erol however had cheated, and was chucking a Praxis, by driving a red cherry picker there, destroying anyone he could to get to the end first.
He had catapulted just about everyone backwards with the cherry picker. Everyone but Damak…
"You sure run fast for someone who has 2 of their legs broken!" Erol thundered at Jak, who was riding in a wheelchair, a women who appeared to be a nurse was pushing the wheel chair, screaming as the cheery picker tried to scoop her up.
The nurse screamed even louder when Erol succeeded in scooping her up with the picker and catapulted her backwards. A loud explosion occurred when she collided with a building in the background.
Jak screamed as he tried to use his broken arms to move the wheelchair.
"Why can't you just leave me alone!" Jak screamed, as he looked at the gaining on him, cherry picker.
"Hey…that's a good question…" Erol said as he stopped the vehicle and got out, slowly walking towards Jak and his wheelchair. He began to push Jak towards McDonalds.
"NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE!" Vin screamed as he watched the two worst enemies disappear into the distance, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIEE!"
"How much do you reckon he'd sell on EBay…?" Torn was asking Sig not to far away.
"Err…five bucks…?" Sig replied looking at Vin.
"Well…that's at least enough to buy some more Yu-Gi-Oh cards…" Torn said as he looked from Sig to the now screaming Vin.
"AWESOME!" Sig screamed as he high fived Torn, before they both headed towards Vin, who was accusing the sky of falling, and stealing his cat, Snookums, who 'ran away' (cough-Krewateher-cough) yesterday.
Vin screamed louder when he was captured and dragged kicking and screaming back to the underground.
Meanwhile Ashelin had once again captured Erol and had forced him back into the Palace, where he had been told that Samos was going to hypnotize him into de-Praxerising.
"Okay Samos, let's see what you can do…" Ashelin watching in desperation as Samos prepared his hypnotizing equipment, AKA a rock tied to a piece of sting.
"Okay," Samos said as he walked up to Erol and started swinging the rock in front of his face, "You are getting sleepy…you are getting sleepy…your eyelids are drooping…you are getting very sleepy…you are getting something that can only be defined as sleepy…" Samos said, as Erol began to fall asleep. In almost no time at all, Erol was loudly snoring, something he barely did before he turned into PraxJou…
"When I click my fingers, you will wake up…and no longer be Baron Praxis' long lost twin brother…" Samos then clicked his fingers and Erol awoke.
"How do you feel…?" Ashelin asked, leaning in to Erol, expectantly.
"OOOOH, I feel lovely!" Ashelin and Samos almost died…the only thing that changed was Erol's voice…he now sounded like Femaxis…
"WHAT! NOOO! My hypnotizing never fails a job!" Samos screamed.
"Wait…you said…no longer his long lost twin brother…maybe he thinks he's his long lost twin sister now…" Ashelin suggested. Samos had a look of agreement on his face, but before he had time to try again, Erol had jumped up and was running away, screaming that he could hear and smell a BBQ outside.
"I don't smell anything…" Samos said after sniffing the air.
"I…that would be another default thing from my parents…" Ashelin said with a shame filled voice.
"Oh…right…" Samos said before be started levitating away towards where Erol had just gone.
But Erol was right…a BBQ was happening somewhere…somewhere a bit beyond the Palace in the canal area.
"This barbeque is awesome chilly pepper!" Sig boomed at Torn, who was flipping burgers on the barbeque.
"Don't you know it…?" Torn said in a full of self-tone.
"I can't wait till we get the sausages on there!" Sig cheered at the BBQ (Yes people I'm lazy).
But before anyone had time to put sausages anywhere, a large blur of green and pink flew past the BBQ, knocking Torn and Sig over the railing and into the water of the canals.
"HEY! They're our burgers!" Torn screamed at Erol who was now dressed as Femaxis, and was eating all the food on the BBQ though not all of it was cooked properly. Once all the food was devoured, Erol ran away back to the Palace.
Meanwhile back at the Baron Convention, Damas was losing it. Everywhere he would go, he saw a Praxis, everywhere he didn't go he saw a Praxis…it was horrible…what made it worse was that the convention owners miscalculated numbers, and had to get another bed, which they put on top of his already a bunk bed, bed. And so now he had a Praxis above him and a Praxis below him…he was losing it more and more every time they cheered…every time they snored in a synchronized manner…every time they belched then cheered…he needed a rescue…any rescue…KLEIVER!
"Kleiver…?" Damas said into his communicator late one afternoon, "Kleiver get me out of here…I beg you…I can't stand it…he's multiplying…" Damas squeaked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming…" Kleiver said through his communicator, "In fact I'm in the ramrod right now…"
"Really…?" Damas whimpered hopefully.
"Yep, sure am…" Kleiver said as he changed the channel and took another sip of his beer, slouching more into the couch in doing so.
"You're the best Kleiver…" Damas said, he sounded close to tears.
"Yeah, yeah…now rack off so I can finish watching this episode of the Winx Club…" Kleiver spat into the communicator.
"Winx Club…? But Kleiver…I thought you said you were in the ramrod…" Damas said with confusion.
"Oh…I am…but that doesn't mean I'm going anywhere does it now…?" Kleiver partly laughed.
"But Klei--" Damas was soon cut off when Kleiver turned his communicator off.
"Bloody wanker…" Kleiver growled before going back to watching TV, from atop his ramrod.
Back at Haven things had gotten worse…Samos had tried to hypnotize Erol again, though he failed and just returned him into Praxis.
Erol was now going on a rampage, and guards were chasing him, in a desperate attempt to make him normal again. It was horrible. Guards kept saying they missed the old Baron, though he was no different to this one.
Jak had somehow fixed all his bones, and too, was going on a rampage. Everywhere you looked you saw destruction…
Just like everywhere Damas looked, he saw a Praxis remake…that was until…
"OUTTA MY WAY FATTIES!" Kleiver screamed as the ramrod came crashing though the wall of a classroom, which Damas was in. Damas screamed for joy and ran for the ramrod, jumping in and hugging Kleiver when there.
"Let's blow this pop stand!" Kleiver said before revving the engine of the ramrod, blowing wheel dust all over the place and into peoples eyes.
Kleiver broke through numerous walls, ran over numerous people, and drag raced numerous other vehicles in the attempt to get back to Spargus.
By the time he had left, the convention was so damaged it had to be closed down early, and it wasn't long before all the Baron's had gone to their, or what was left of their rooms, to pack their stuff.
The busses had soon arrived to pick them up and take them home.
Praxis sat on his window seat and looked at the ruins of his once favorite place in the world. He remembered all the things he had learned, he learned to be a better Baron, and couldn't wait to show the citizens of Haven his new found respect and manners towards them. He was a better Baron thanks to the Baron Convention.
When the bus finally pulled up at Praxis' Palace, everyone that was left on the bus said they would miss him most, and that they would never tape over his belching album that he gave to everyone for free. Praxis waved goodbye to them all as the bus pulled away.
Praxis walked up the cement steps to his Palace and waited for the doors to open.
He would however soon see a sight that he thought he'd never see out of his dreams. Erol and Jak and high jacked two bumper cars, and were driving them around the Palace foyer screaming at each other.
"You will never again defile the purity of the arena!" Jak screamed at Erol just as Praxis walked through the door.
"THE BARON IS BACK IN THE HOUSE!" Praxis called through the foyer, and almost instinctively Erol's fat, facial hair, idiotic attitude towards everything and everyone, his deep voice and his craving for food vanished. Yes…he wasn't the Baron anymore…he was just some naked guy running towards the elevator to get some clothes which fit him again…
And you know…it was like the baron never left…(zooms out to show half the city on fire)…
And Jak…well…Jak sat there laughing at Erol for at least 5 minutes, before starting up another 'arena' duel with Praxis…
Vin was see never again…Onin sends him to go get her grocery shopping from a store which is only open at night, ever since she got him for five bucks, which she stole from Peckers piggy bank.
Damas cries himself to sleep at night, while Praxis filled nightmare haunt his dreams, so people reckon Kleiver should stop playing that Praxis Belching Album at 2 in the morning…
Torn and Sig drifted through the canals forever, until they were rescued by the justice league, who also helped Veger get rid of his blind eye disease…
The hospital nun is now dead, though she is believed to have married the Baron with the space shuttle, and has now turned into Arnold Schwarzenegger. She was never seen again, though she now rubs Praxis feet if and when he commands, even though she is declared dead, buried and missing, in several different states.
Praxis sits at the mailbox every year waiting for an invite to the Baron Convention…though it never comes…Some people say it's because it's still a pile of rubble right next to the Palace (yes it was there all along—remember Praxis: "I'm going on a Baron workshop, far, far to the north…I won't be back until next week…" See how wrong he was…?), other people of the city say it's because, all the teachers of the convention hated Praxis the most, so he wasn't aloud back…but the smart ones say, it's because he's waiting at the wrong letter box…and Ashelin doesn't want a repeat of last time…and some more smart ones even say, it hasn't come back because Praxis owns the damn thing anyway…Yeesh…how stupid could a whole city get…? How stupid could I get…?
THE ENDNext week…
Ashelin was bored so she went for one of her Palace walks. She got tired halfway though and had to sit down…
"Mmmmmmmmmmm…foooooooood…(drools)…"
Wrong place to sit, that throne…it should be bloody burnt, with the entire ruckus it causes…
(Daxter: It's a curse…isn't it…?)
END…OR ELSE
Bijoux: O...k...Well, I think I get worse everytime I write one of these things...
Okay, I also drew this really dumb picture, though it's still crud, and may need a bit more work to it, it is my best drawing ever, so if anyone wants a copy, leave you email behind in a review and I'll send it when I get the chance to. It's way too exagerated, and makes fun of the Baron...so yeah...please review...