*peers out from begin th sofa* When will it be safe again to come out?

*grins* Why, it's always safe to approach me. Whatever could you possibly be worried about?

*blinks and slowly lowers his head bac behind the sofa* it's the eyes...! The eyes....!

...Ah shit.

*starts frantically cleaning up from the wild party*

You think it was wild? The Imperial Palace is still standing! Pathetic.

Now then, where's my favourite half-tiger slave?

*steps out from behind a broken column*

H-h-here... r-right h-h-here...

Goooooood. Now: attend to me. Your job isn't to clear this up, it's to b-

...

...what did Tate do this time?

*Atop of the broken column where it once upheld the roof, which now dips above us all creaking under strain... A figure emerges. Like some sort of cave dwelling animal that seldom braves the light of day I lurk there hissing at the radiant orb in the sky. "Gah! Wretches and kings alike are invited to the after party! B.Y.O.B. to the wretches! B.Y.O.P. (bring your own prey) to the kings!" I leap like a drunken assassin, arriving at the floor with an ungraceful thud by the tiger boys side, claws outstretched ready to take from him his dig- "Hey! Goldeneye is back....." slowly backs away*

m-missed you big guy *gulp*