Welcome to Legends of Aventris.

Here's what happened last time.

I was thinking, who would I talk to about a full team sponsorship?

No one swings like Babbar, knocks back drinks like Babbar.

No one motorboat strippers as quick as Babbar.

They're sending it in.

Trug swing!

Trug swing! And boom goes the spell scrawl.

Cablam! Oh my goodness, we've got a game on our hands. This is now a very tense situation.

Bianci is screaming Trunks win over and over. I'm not sure he understands how the game is played or life in general.

It's the penultimate sixth bell, brought to you by the Lenses Lodge, sitting on faces for more than 100 years.

I've been told I severely need their services, but thick frames make me look like the grandpa from up.

It's the last King's Whistle, hard to believe we're in this final round of the game.

Exciting stuff.

The ground is screaming for defense, and Gina delivers.

She takes a hard hit square in the chest back to B. Yancey.

The ring had just nearly exploded the flying noodle child that desires death above all else.

That's what I call irony.

It's getting mean out there.

The Goliaths are stomping through the mighty trunks, knocking them down to the hard pack.

We've seen this before.

If the trunks can solve this, can't solve this quickly, it'll all be over for our long-nosed

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