And so, the Tavern began to return to normal, for the time being. Everyone was happily drinking to their victory over the turtles, and Foo made a fortune selling his "SILLAY PUTTYEY" to Spaztic. However, not everyone was happy...

"Dang it, that wasn't supposed to happen!" roared Devan, slamming his fist onto his desk.
"Well, you couldn't have expected the rabbits to just surrender the tavern-" began Devan's secretary, but he was interrupted by Devan's roaring.
"OF COURSE NOT, BUT THEY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO WIN!!! How did they destroy all of those tuf turtles?!" Devan slumped back into his chair. "Argh, I hope I can get some actually intelligent beings to help me, I'm tired of losing because of my slow-witted army!"
"So, you want some people who can actually put together a decent plan and follow it? I think we can fill that..."
Devan and his secretary turned towards the new speaker...