• You sit next to Hyperlaser on a bench- The shine in the reflection of his blue and black helmet he wore giving off a sort of shimmer in the dawn, orange sky. You heard loud footsteps approach along with the clink of metal armour shuffling atop eachother, and Ban Hammer- The purple-horned warden of Ban Land, a place where he imprisoned all crimedoers, approached while carrying donuts in his hands. He sat down next to you two, and started eating.

Ban Hammer: “Mmm…”

Hyperlaser: “…”