Panther King's Castle (Conker's Bad Fur Day)

A Random Person walks up to Conker.

RP: Seriously, she's alive. She's at her house.

Conker: And you're a terrible liar. OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Some weasel guards drag the random person away.

RP: You should at least look, or at least get someone to look for you! I thought she was your girlfriend...

Conker: But she's dead and her corpse was sucked into space. I doubt she's alive.
The weasel guards drag the random person out of the room.

RP: Then why is she in her house?

The Door is shut by two weasel guards.

Conker: That guy's still a terrible liar.

Random Weasel: Want I to go look, anyway?

Conker: No. That guy might have been a terrorist who planted a bomb in Berri's house or something.

Weasel: And one worthless unregistered Weasel dying will make a difference?

Conker: Yes. I might need you to die for another purpose later.

A Useless person that can't die appears.

UPTCD: How about me?

Lakuta flies into the topic, arriving outside the castle.
Weasel Guard: Hey, isn't that the weirdo from Alex's registered characters topic... Lakuta, or something?
Lakuta: YES! IT IS I!

*There is a knock from the big door.*

A Weasel Guard opens the door.

*It was Wes Weasely..*

Wes Weasely: Hiya hiya hya! *comes in* The name's Wes Weasely, a salemans if you will! And I have alot of avaliable items in stock! Care to try before you buy?

Lakuta sneaks into the castle behind Wes Weasly.

Weasel Guard: Well, I have this growth on the back of my neck...

Wes Weasely: A growth on your back?

The Weasel Guard turns around, revealing a horrible, pulsating growth on the back of his neck.

Wes Weasely: Eww!! Anyway, I have just a cure for your.... back. Introducing.. *pulls out some sort of spraycan.* "Yuk-B-Gone!" One spray, and it's gone! *Spraws on the guard's back, destroying the infectious disease.*

Weasel Guard: Thanks! What other products do you have?

Wes Weasely: I got the finest merchandise! *pulls out the Fusion Gun* The Fusion Gun! Watch closely! *Shoots the other Weasel Guard, diving them into two, but each with different personalities..*

Lakuta leaves the topic, bored.

Wes Weasely: So, my good customer, how do you like the Fusion Gun? Are you eager to try it?

The weasel guard is asleep.