Aybabtu stands before the crowd, his awesomeness betraying little in the way of his power. There is an air of complete and pure sexuality that bellows around him like fog to the sea. If you weren't sure that he was real, you would believe he was a ghost of awesome's past.

He slowly walks closer towards you, his feet hiding beneath the kimono he wears, giving him the look as if he is floating above the ground, just inches above. You stand in awe of just how awesome he really is.

As he gets closer, you notice the sword on his belt. You are not afraid, as you see it is securely tethered into it's sheath. You are aware that the blade would be reflective as good as any mirror in town, and sharper than any knife you have in your arsenal at any point in time.

Finally he is upon you. Standing inches from you, and a full head taller. He slowly leans towards you. Closer, and closer to your ear he gets, as if to pass to you an intimate secret from master to student.

As soon as he is so close one cannot tell where you end and he begins, he breaths these airy words to you:

"All your base are belong to us."

Arista looks at the cat man, whatever it was and just sits back watching the show. She watches this guy dressed in a dress slinging some kind of sword around and can't help but think he was practicing for Halloween. What an odd character. She then overhears him staking claim to all the bases.

Who are us? I think you'll find that you can't steal all the bases here.

Radi looks at this strange man and looks around. He taps the guy next to him.

Is this guy serious?

Anyone tell him Halloween is three weeks and and some change away from now.

I believe he has also has been smoking his on product or something.

Radi shakes his head and just laughs

Biff ,walks up hearing the talk about bases belonging to this strange guy. and turns to look at Radillac.

Friend, I belive you may be correct about him using his own supply, or could be a mental issue.

Biff turns and looks at the strange guy with the sword, so strange one , how will you take our bases?

Biff, he will take your base with his sword

Walking past Giovanni has this weird uncontrolable urge to say out loud...Someone set us up the bomb...Freaked abit out by this he rushes on

What is this base you speak of?

Death stands before the crowd, his stature betraying lots in the way of his power. There is an air of complete and pure asexuality that billows around him like fog on the sea. It you weren't sure that he was the spirit of an alien super fiend inhabiting the corpse of the late Robert McCall you'd think you were dreaming.

He slowly walks closer towards you, his feet clearly on show as he wears no boots, he is floating above the ground, just inches above the effect of some ancient and dark magic. You stand in awe of just how hideous he really is.

As he gets closer, you notice the collection of wallets on his belt. You are not afraid, as you see he is not coming for you. You are aware that his rapier wit and sarcasm are much sharper than any knife you have in your arsenal at any point in time.

Finally he is upon Aybabtu. Standing inches from him and a full head and a half taller. He slowly leans towards him. Closer, and closer to his face he gets, as if to pass to him an intimate kiss from judas to Jesus.

As soon as he is so close one cannot tell where the man in the dress ends and he begins, he takes out a guitar and breathes these airy words to him:

Here isss my basssss, I have no time to play it any more. Besssidesss, I prefer the piano.