Far off, in an ancient land, we see a throne abandoned. The hallowed halls of castle Cainhurst lay silent, footprints leading down it's hall through the dummy thicc cake of dust. On the border of the mushroom kingdom, we'd see the silhouette of something powerful, a crown rested on it's head, a blade in it's left hand, a rifle in it's right. McTitty had awoken.
The fucking RANCID beast of a boi would make his way to the castle courtyard, wordlessly approaching a colony of toads with his dour expression locked across his face.
"Well hey there, bud. We was just about to see how many toads we could fit into one toad before he blows up for the sex pain." The blue toad would say. McTitty would instantly fire off a massive burst, pasting every single toad into boi goo across the wall. Zero. They fit zero toads in the boi before him explod
