One sunny day in Ostia, a happy magic seal trotted along-
No, no... That's not right. Let's try that again...
On an average gloomy day at the Dragon's Gate, Kishuna was sitting in a dark room near the gate, awaiting for the return of his dear friend. Denning had promised to bring him some pants, which obviously thrilled Kishuna. He was tired of covering himself all day.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door! Kishuna ran over to the heavy iron bar that locked the entrance and pulled it back, allowing the knocker in.
It wasn't Denning. It wasn't Denning at all.
It was Pent and Gonzales.
The mage general winked at Kishuna.
"Hey, ho, whaazzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup! I'm Crackin' Pants, and this is mah homie, King Gonzo! Yo yo yo!"
King Gonzo sighed. "Crackin' Pants, King Gonzo no like this. Yo, peeps"
So the magic seal invited them in for tea and cookies, using an elaborate messaging system created from a rock, a Fimbulvetr tome's 'About the Author' page, and a large crab. Crackin' Pants and King Gonzo wandered around the kitchen inspecting the knickknacks as Kishuna searched for some teabags.
Then the knocker sounded again.
Loudly.
Denning stood outside the door, holding a large pair of pants. He continued to knock on the door, mumbling under his breath. "This is a message from Lord Nergal: 'I await you on the Dread Isle'... Hmph."
His fellow morph opened the door, his face lightening at the sight of the pants.
Meanwhile, Pants and Gonzo were sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Kishuna to get back... When the IDEA struck.
"Hey,
Gonzo."
"Yes Pants?"
"You know what would
be funny, yo?"
"No Pants."
"Well, no pants
WOULD be funny, y'dig, but you know what would REALLY shizzle our
collective nizzle?"
"What Pants?"
"If I
messed with Lil' Shuna's mind to make him dig the other morph he was
rappin' about."
"What?"
"Erm. Kishuna."
"Oh
Pants. That makes sense Pants."
"...Use some commas occasionally, King Gonzo."