[center][h2]Krunk Fortress[/h2]
[sub]WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR SENSELESS BANTER, JUST DIE![/sub][/center]

	"THERE THEY ARE!" Krink squealed like a little piglet eager for retribution, "KRUNKLETS, FORMATION X!"

	Formation... X?

	for a moment, it looked as if the group of little ball-men was actually getting smaller, but in reality, they were grouping up into a larger ball, with the razor-sharp Krunklites lining the out edge, as if they were magnetized to one against, with Krink standing on top. In reality, they [i]were[/i] being connected with magnetism. It was in their suits! Or maybe it was magical? Who knew, it was best not to question this video-gamey shit, anyways.

	"ROLLLLL!" Alexander and Zerraf were now in the path of a very strange, (and completely implausible) ball of... Well, ball men. Dr. Krink walked backwards, atop the ball, as if he were controlling it. What an arrogant little piggy!