“Master, I can’t talk to the ruler of this strange group. They have set up camp near by us and I over heard their plans to over throw our civilization. I can’t interact with this queer organization. It is driving me schizo!!!” Aggravate, the master swept his colleague aside and disappeared magically. His companion was amazed.He reappeared in the stick clan’s space, in shooting range. All heads turned at the intruder, weapons ready. The ruler of the clan hovered close to Master.
Master fled, disappearing back to his throne room, never to return. The Stick clan continued with their battle practices. Life went on like supposed to, until…..