Explosions and the cries of the suffering are soon drowned out by the sound of a large blimp-like machine as it traverses the red skies of Hells Pride Ring. At the helm of this strange flying contraption is Sir Pentious! Genius and Inventor of the most dangerous machines known to sinner or demonkind!

"Hahaha! Look at them run! The foolsss have no defense against my ambition and intelligence! Egg Bois! Put the kettle on, I ssshall enjoy my high tea in the light of the burning fires of my conquests!"

"Sure thing Bossman," Egg Boi #6 saluted.

"Do you want, Darjeeling, Earl Grey or Oolong?" #2 asked.

"Oolong," Sir Pentious said after a moments consideration. He settled back and coiled into his command chair when something on the radar caught his eyes. "What is that down there?"