Lord Muffler

*You Were Caught By 2 of Muffin's Rabid Army Members, a Half Eaten Kangaroo and a Severely Injured Coyote. They Clumsily Dragged You Across The Floor Before Throwing You Near Their Master's Throne, Made Entirely Out of Bones* Well, Well, Well, What, Do We, Have Here? a Simple Creature Trying to Stop Me? *Muffler Sniffs You* Ugh! You Smells Bad! I Should Call You Smelly! Now Speak Smelly, What Were You Doing Stepping Paw in MY Territory?