(Your 1x1x1x1)

Ah,Your precious little Goons. They would never leave your side and even learn from you,isn't that amazing? They are like kids,your little children. Once an round ended,you dropped down on the ground out of breath and frustrated that you didn't even kill one person,then,a Goon would walk to you,they didn't understand English or spoke it.

Goon:"Oi,Oi!"

the Goons voice full of happiness and his arms in the air. Once they looked down on you again,they saw how unhappy you still looked,so they wrapped there tiny arms around your neck and patted your head under the green-crown of yours.

Goon:"Oi,Oi,Oi..."

They muttered. You also could only hardly understand them,sometimes even dosent. How do you communicate then? You could understand there...Language...sure,because you made the Goons,but,it was really hard after a while,so they sometimes write down on a block you gifted to them. The Goon then looks back down at you and grabs your crown,putting it ontop of his own green-crown. But he saw how down you still where and frowns.