The Dark Knight and DUGlo slept in the abandoned ruins of an ancient Numeralian watchtower, but Satin was wide awake.
He could not resist peering into the P'lan Tier Three they brought along from Castle Mudbug. When the Muddle Earthenet connection was established, Rosie Grace's face suddenly appearing in the globe startled him!
"Satin Gamjeez! Where in the world have you gotten off to?!" she demanded to know. "We were supposed to be bunkies on this trip!"
"I'm sorry, Rosie!" he replied. "But Mister DUGlo needed me!"
"What about MY needs, hrmmm?" she asked, giving him a stinkeye that rivaled the Eye of DUPon.
"Uhh ... um ... uhh ..," Satin stammered in a panic, just as a new connection logged on. "Someone else is joining the conversation - please hold!"
She was saying something about holding a rolling pin up against his noggin when Salamandar the White appeared. "Hahahaha! Fool! I may not know where you are, but I know with great certainty you aren't with the rest of the Fellowship at Minus Punctual! You have sealed your own doom!"
Satin Gamjeez felt his heart race. He was catching hell from all sides.
More scaly faced individuals in colored hoods logged on and joined the conversation, wanting to know if the Rainbow Coalition of Lizards was discussing when the next Muddle Earth Pride Parade was going to be scheduled.
There were other unfamilar faces as wel - one in particular by the name of TBombadil420 was very animated and irate, complaining that he was completely left out of the NaPoWriMo 2021 script.
And then a pair of what looked to be Frogs with paper bags over their heads appeared. One of them asked, "Pardon meeeses, but would you happenses to have Prince Borrowedverses in a can?" The other incognito Frog cackled hysterically.
Upon hearing the commotion as they marched by, a platoon of Porks patroling Moardor charged into the ancient ruins and up its stairwell.
MOAR!ON entered the conversation at some point, growling, "I seee yooouuuu!" before angrily smashing the P'Lan Tier on his end with Grubgrinder ... and then regretted doing so before ascertaining the whereabouts of his Precious.
Feeling lightheaded, Satin dropped the P'lan Tier before passing out on the cold, stone floor.