Cuban Pete shuddered and shook, looking at the mess that used to be Chaos' head. He reacted not out of revulsion or fear, but out of disappointment that someone would ruin a perfectly good brain like that. Oh, the things he could do with a brain like that! Hats, robots, meals, projectiles...

Cuban Pete snapped out of his brainstorming at Ajax's question. With a chilling air of nonchalance Pete pointed outside, to the rather conspicuous crater just outside the castle.