"ATTENTION, my brave Spice Swarm!" Pepper Pangolin Cookie's voice screeched, trying to project authority but cracking slightly over the roar of the wind of the Land of Spices. "The winds of fate... and ingredients... gather! Our objective remains clear! We shall brave this... this minor inconvenience! Advance, I say! Through the swirling remnants, onward to... uh... somewhere less windy! And keep your eyes peeled for any... any large, shiny objects that might be lurking! Do not let the whispers deter you!"

A particularly violent gust of spice lashed out, stinging his cheeks. Pepper Pangolin Cookie flinched, instinctively curling his short frame slightly. "G-G-Go! Move! The Burning Spice demands... expeditious movement! We shall show this Ridge the true meaning of... speed! Forward, you... you glorious, crumbly warriors! Before... before it gets too dusty!"