| Fogster | In the pulsating heart of a surreal circus, Fogster and Mr. Bones squared off. "You???re all sound, no substance!" Fogster scorned, eyes blazing, branding his ominous trumpet. "Try me", Mr. Bones retorted, perched on his unicycle. The battle commenced, eerie trumpet blasts counteracting dizzying spins. Fogster was struck repeatedly but retaliated with bone-rattling blasts. "Time for your final bow!" he spat, releasing a mighty blast, toppling Mr. Bones off his unicycle. The crowd gasped as Fogster stood triumphant over the silent skeleton. | Mr Bones |