[center][h3]Newjinsland Central Square[/h3]
[sub]Jesus christ this is some fishy shit[/sub][/center]

The various little men were finally ready to start the show. The curtains flung open and revealed a row of the little men, some in a darker version of the steel armor they wore, addressing the crowd with a single round soldier in golden armor stepping toward the mic. Unfortunately, he was far too short to reach it, despite hopping to grab it several times. He finally knocked the microphone stand over, prompting a loud buzzing noised to echo through the speakers before he went over to pick it up.

"A~Hem" He huffed into the mic. "Welcome to the royal fair. My name is Dr.Krink, and I'm here to ask you one question. Are you happy?"

...The fuck was with this dude's serious demeanor? Didn't he know this was a party?

Regardless of Dr.Chump's tone of voice, nearly 300 of the small soldiers started to pop out of the wood work from all around, surrounding the main crowd slowly, but not engaging them at all.