Happyman hurtles through a swirling funnel filled with ticking clocks with
wings on them. "Trippy shit!" is all he has time to say before he is
impaled face-first on a stalagmite. Being an immortal Avatar of Chaos
and Evil, Happyman of course only giggles and peels his face off
the rock. Now with a hole in his head, he starts dancing around. He is in some sort of cave. Everything is quiet, except for the steady drip-drip of water from the ceiling. Too quiet for Happyman's taste. He moulds his own head into a sort of twisty shape until the hole is by his mouth, and starts playing his own head like a flute, tapping his breadroll shaped feet for accompaniment. There is a flash of light, and Mr. Man appears. Happyman groans. He hates this guy. He follows him everywhere, and has a terribly one-track mind. "My liege!" Mr. Man says, kneeling. "Why did you leave Allaria 6407 so quickly? We had yet to subdue the local populace and install the rule of chaos and mysoginy!" "Shut your face or I'll shut it for you." Happyman quips. "Now go find me some Fresca, fool." "But..." "No buts!" Sighing, Mr. Man marches off. Happyman perks up his earholes. He can hear people approaching! Oh, what fun! Some new friends to play with!
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