Draxum couldn't sleep. Not with the new mutant he made deciding to act like a maniac all night long. After another gruesome hour of tossing and turning, Draxum was sick and tired of all of this new creature's awful sounds of what he could only assume to joyful.

Draxum grabbed his robe and immediately stormed out of his room and into the unruly mutants chaotic space. He didn't hesitate to barge into their room with an irritated face.

"What are you doing?"