Ramb

This morning was a typical one. Tenna was pacing around, waiting for the show to start, Elnina and Lanino were getting ready to tell the audience about the weather outside, and Mike had already appeared somewhere off to the side, adjusting his jacket as he went to the control panel. The dressing room was bustling with activity today. Ramb, too, sat quietly, making no unnecessary noise. He simply watched the others running back and forth, searching for something. Somewhere, the Zappers were already there, somewhere, the Shadow Boys were already running, and... lots and lots of Pippins. Ramb loved Pippins, because they acted so childishly. He was lost in his dreams, and quickly dozed off. As usual, he didn't dream.