"Hmmph!" the Muffin King wondered aloud, "maybe I shouldn't have put that dock in after all." The Muffin King watched from his bedroom window as a strange fleet from a far away land began to make their way onto the coast. He was concerned about this. The large brown box with the tail and the blue admiral's hat lead a small expeditionary team that appeared to be making their way to the castle. The Muffin King studied the creature carefully. A short snout, no visible teeth from where he could see. The Muffin King had to be careful; muffins were at the bottom of every food chain, and the kingdom's inhabitants had no arms (physical appendages OR weapons) to fight with. Muffins had traditionally ruled this forgotten land with their cunning wisdom and formed alliances with surrounding city-states.

As the party of foreigners appraoched, the Muffin King sent out his orders to his servants. He would entreat the box and his companions to dine with him in the Muffin Hall. Their meal would consist of the finest fish in the Yeastern Sea!