The Festival was left to Tubbo's hands, His best right hand man. The bombs were already set up for the attack, and everything was going in his favor, Despite not having the public's vote, he had conned his way in having people on his side, Quackity, Tubbo. He leaned back in his black seat, the seat squeaking beneath him as he lifted his cigar to his lips, the smoke obscuring his face.

"Well, well well! Look who showed up!" He chuckled with his belly, his brown eyes narrowing cruelly as his hand traced along his ram horns. The smoke filled his room, his eyes focusing upon the map of L'manberg which rested against his wooden table.