As the group cautiously approaches the Piglin fortress, FF steps forward to scout the area. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from behind them—General Chungus has arrived, riding a massive Strider, his golden armor gleaming under the blocky sun.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Chungus booms, his voice a mix of authority and ridiculousness. He tries to look intimidating but trips over a nearby Nether wart, landing awkwardly on his knees. FF stifles a laugh, unable to hide the slight smirk forming.

"I—I meant to do that!" Chungus blurts, quickly standing up and brushing off imaginary dust. The rest of the group exchanges puzzled glances, unsure whether to be fearful or amused. FF boldly steps forward, introducing themselves. "General Chungus, you seem a bit...out of balance."

Chungus narrows his eyes but grins, appreciating the sarcasm. "Ah, FF! I've heard of your...unique tactics in the Overworld. Perhaps you'd like to show me how you handle Piglin negotiations?"

What follows is a hilariously awkward exchange where FF attempts to reason with Chungus, while he alternates between fumbling through his words and accidentally revealing his softer side. At one point, Chungus accidentally lets slip that he prefers crafting cobblestone contraptions over leading armies, leaving the group—and even Chungus himself—in fits of laughter.