[You wake up like any other day in the Amazing Digital Circus. Walking out the door, you spot Jax but he’s… being surrounded by mini versions of himself…]

[Jax grunts as he tried to shake small, plush like versions off of himself. There are a few on his shoulders, a few on his head, and the others are surrounding him, jumping up and down. There seem to be about ten]

“WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM?!”