Shendron walked past the screaming blue object, ignoring it for the moment. In the land of Sawvadawn, anything can happen...and everything usually does. He walked into the kitchen. He needed to remove the marmalade jar to regain his full power. Going to the sink, he opened the tap and placed his swollen hand under the pink liquid. As he was about to give up, cursing under his breath, a sloppy and wet object hit him on the head. He slouched over the sink, finally sinking to the floor. Light spots filled his vision before darkness enveloped him...