SpikeS walks out into the frigid weather of Detroit, coming to proclaim some warm news.

KingRevan, you are our regal little buddy. You are happy. Ronin loves you, and I know you will be getting Eepster soon. I know that’s what drives you, and is the root of all your passion, to marry Eepster. You have always been very loyal, and we love you.

Anyway, today is a special day for you. You will be starting your own family here in Downtown, and we know you will treat it with care, as you treat all of your ladies. We are all very very proud of you. Eragon is so proud, so proud.

And so your family, The Throne Room, will rise over the edge, and bring all the ladies chomping down the bit to come to your yard, and it will be crazy fun. I’d wish you the best of luck, but I already know you’ll soon become even more of a shiny star in Detroit. Get at those wenches.

SpikeS skips off into the sunset.

He dusted off his knob.

"Sigh. This cane always gets so dirty, you'd think the people who sold it to me would have mentioned how much dust it attracts... isn't that right, Birdy?"

Normally this is when he'd be greeted with one of a plethora of curse words he had tought his favorite parrot-friend, but no sound came from the cage adorned in fancy jewels he received from one of those penny dispensers at the mall. This worried the King, and he quickly ran over to check out what was wrong.

"B... Birdy?"

A horrified look worked its way onto his face as he noticed the poor creature was... dead. DEAD. Who could have done something like this?! He fed him once every month like the old man at the park told him to, and one time he even remembered to refill his water dish -- No! this was not his fault, but rather an attack from an outside source. He had always known being in the mafia would lead to plenty of death, but to take the war this far? It was unforgivable. He had to do something.

Putting on his pea coat, he quickly forced his way outside and over to the headquarters of Spike.

"Something terrible has happened! Someone ki... oh, is this FOR ME?!"

A small toilet, affixed with the most impressive array of diamond encrusted plungers one has ever seen, it is what he had wanted since the very first day of being forced to Detroit. It wasn't his most favorite of places, especially not when compared to the wonderful battery beaten santa's of Philadelphia, but it would do.

"I'll take it. I'll take all of it!"

Attempting to pick up his new throne on his own proved difficult, but with the help of a few burly men and a rather tiny lad he always had always known as Ronin, it finally made its way to his new place of business. His very own place to call home, the throne room would prove to be at least the seventh or eighth most wonderful thing to come out of Detroit. 

The Throne Room

Placing the piece of cardboard above his new seat, in his new headquarters; he got to work. Coincidentally, the seat made for a lovely place to think, and its multi-usage was perfect. Yes, this would be just fine.

He would do great, for Birdy.

Ronin bursts onto the scenes, his eyes blazing and his nostrils flaring gloriously. His anger seems to reverberate all around the block, coming out in waves, almost he was like some kind of super person. No, a super saiyan would more closely describe him in his rage.

This jester will NEVER get his hands on my Eepster. She is mine, forever. He can settle for Aizlynn and/or Flea. They can fulfill his sexual desires.

In all seriousness, congrats, you glorious beast of a man-child.