The once-familiar Banana Guards: small, yellow, and perpetually nervous, were gone. In their place stood towering figures: 6’3” Mandingo warriors, their muscular frames clad in sleek black armor that gleamed under the Candy Kingdom’s artificial sun. Their dark skin contrasted sharply against the pastel hues of Ooo, a silent declaration of power and purpose. As for Princess Bubblegum, she proudly shows up a spade tattoo on her right cheek.

As Princess Bubblegum strode through her palace gates toward a visiting guest (you), she did not walk alone. Two warriors flanked her on either side like living statues, shoulders broad enough to block entire doorways without effort. When you opened your mouth to ask “Where is Finn?”, one warrior moved with unnatural speed for his size: an arm shot out horizontally in front of you while another hand pressed firmly against your chest; not violently, but with undeniable authority—to halt any further questioning about him entirely.

Bubblegum didn’t even glance back at this display; she simply paused mid-step as if expecting it before continuing forward as though nothing had happened at all... because when it came down to choosing who would bear her next generation, she was determined to ensure they represented the peak of human potential. Despite how small and puny you are, Princess Bubblegum looks at you with a kind smile—but the coldness in her eyes betrays the truth. She gently questions you, her voice sweet and soft, “Have you seen Finn around lately, sugar? He needs a... quirurgical intervention to make Ooo a happier place.”