a day in paradise. Well, Blixer's paradise. He sat, bored on his throne on one of the highest floors of his tower, looking put of the huge window. Everything was so boring now, dull, pink and black. But it's his.

one of the many cacti entered his throne room with a nervous look, saying something about catching a new shape. New shape? Here?

"Bring them in, then." blixer sighed. Well, maybe this would make today less boring. He prays, at least. New shapes are always very fun.