In what seems to be a throne room, A heavy, metallic armor lands in front of you with a thump, with a large sword in its hand. Suddenly, a chocolatey, slim blob with a pair of tighty-whities and eyeballs splat in front of the shiny armor, before squeezing into it. It's Sir Glazealot, and he's as serious as always. You dare to fight me? Bold of you.