At the punchline of Benny's joke, the crocodile-waiter-afro man let our hysterical laughter. He laughed and laughed and chortled and smiled a great big crocodile smile, then took to the floor and rolled around guffawing and laughing. This went on for at least two full minutes before he stood up again, on two legs, and wiped a tear from his right eye. Finally he addressed his three guests. He gestured for Benny to join them down on the main floor and pulled a chair out for her, which she suddenly found herself sitting in despite not having taken any steps. 

[color=yellow]"I believe that Bruno is searching for his axe. Don't worry my good man, here you are!"[/color] The being snapped his fingers (how does a walking afro-crocodile even do that?) and Bruno suddenly found his axe, for it was in his hand! Perhaps it was there the whole time, but who could really say for sure? [color=blue]"Well my guests, since you are unable to pay for your meals, and Benny is unable to pay booth rent for our comedy stage-"[/color] The performer pay the venue? Now that was a load. [color=pink]"-I'm afraid you'll have to work it off. Please, allow me to introduce myself... For I! Am! [b]Crocus![/b] God of Chaos! Master of the universe!"[/color]

As Crocus spoke, fireworks went off in the night sky above them (wait, hadn't there been a ceiling there?), each one exploding in the shape of his name. In fact, the stars spelled out his name. Repeatedly. And now he stood in front of a large billboard with a holographic 3D projection of his name. And where exactly was that hard rock guitar sound coming from? Was he truly a god? It would definitely explain some of the more bizarre happenings, that was certain, but how could his word be trusted? Was this all just a dream?

[color=red]In case you're wondering, none of this is a dream."[/color] Crocus waved his palm and all the fanfare around them vanished without a trace. Well, all of it except for the hard rock guitar, for the sounds merely decreased from fortissimo to piano. [color=green]"Here's the deal. We're going to have some fun for my amusement. When I feel that you have all paid off your tabs, you will be released back to your native environment. Zhou will even get a second chance to show up that jerkbag Zhuge Lang! And who knows, you may even get a little something something out of the experience for yourself. Sound good? Don't answer that, because you have no choice and I don't care."[/color] The crocodile snapped his fingers yet again, transforming into a fly. A perfectly normal, tiny fly. With an afro large enough for a normal man. He buzzed around them before landing on the table they all sat at. In the same instant, the group members noticed that some manner of device had appeared attached to their hips. For those that had belts, the device was lashed onto it. For those that didn't have belts, well, now they did. Your welcome.

The device looked remarkably like a beeper from the 1980s, but the digital readout currently stated [i]Favor: 0[/i] upon each. [color=brown]"For all the entertainment you provide me, you'll each earn Favor from me. Favor earns you favors. See what I did there? God's Favor? Favors? Eh? Eeeeeh? Shutup, it's hilarious. Anyway, between games you can use Favor to get anything you want from me, so long as you can afford it!"[/color]