It was just another day in Nevada. Things were as normal as they were going to get, for whatever normal there was for this hellhole. You could hear a faint giggle, a clownish chuckle of malice. In the blink of an eye, Tricky had warped infront of you, sign clutched tightly in his claws. He smiled and laughed more, his face just inches away from yours. You could practically smell his rot.

HAY!!!