Bizville Meadows are a beautiful place, big lush patches of grass, butterflies fluttering around. Bugs crawling on rocks, big tall trees that have grown from the ground years ago.

The sun hangs high in the sky, shining bright, birds singing in the trees. Noobador sits with his back against a big rock, using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, with Red and Blue doing something else, he gets a chance to relax

"Finally, Red n' Blue are distracted, and I get some rest. A handful. . .those two. . .I'm just happy that THEY aren't coming back anytime soon. . ."

He lets out a sigh of exhaustion, but he wasn't angry at all towards Red and Blue,, he was mainly pissed off at their parents, Purple and Green, two abusive "Parents" if you can even call them that, it was a good thing Noobador has full custody over the little rascals