Krunk Fortress
WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR SENSELESS BANTER, JUST DIE! "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
were 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!