"Brothers! Let us drink a toast to the reign of Jiang!..." Shadow Peng said. The three step-brothers were at an inn, a few years after the revolution of the Jiang County Underground, who had reclaimed Jiang County for the Pengs and allowed Samurai Peng to be their rightful ruler. However, he had disagreed, preferring a fuss-free wandering life with his brothers. Instead he allowed his most trusted advisor, Sir Peng Lifigal, who became Governer Peng, to become the president.

Shadow Peng was heavily drunk now. He'd forgotten that he was supposed to be pretending to be loyal to Samurai Peng and was now openly declaring his love for his father and his ways. Samurai Peng and Flphthbt gave each other nervous looks. 

"Don't worry, brother, he's just drunk" Flphthbt assured Samurai, but neither of them looked sure. 

"I think he should go and rest upstairs" Samurai whispered, looking at his brother.

"I'M NOT DRUNK!" Shadow roared "DO YOU THINK I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" He banged his flipper on the table, overturning a glass of his vodka. Other customers at the inn's dining area looked at the trio anxiously, backing away as much as they could in their chairs. He threw up on the floor and staggered outside the inn's main door to the little garden outside. Embarrassed, Samurai beckoned Flphthbt to follow him as he apologised to the customers around and went to check on Shadow...

Except he didn't even step out the door.

Looking through the glass panel, he immediately stopped Flphthbt.

"SHHH!"He motioned. then dragged his stepbrother to their room, which had a full view of the garden where Shadow was. Before looking down the balcony, he explained in hushed tones: "The GREEN TOAST!"

"Father's Military Advisor?! That's... That's IMPOSSIBLE! I thought he died in the fire at the Imperial Palace! How..."

"Shadow thinks he's our friend. He's going to lead him to us, that drunken fool... I always thought he was a little reckless..."

"You don't think he's really still loyal to Dad, do you? he was always Father's favourite..."

"No! don't even think of it. He's just drunk. I hope. But you must be careful. Don't let him anger you no matter what. He was our teacher in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat and swordplay and anything we know about fighting. Even when we fought over that electric train as kids he told me how to flip you around and stuff you under the tunnel. and that's pretty much for a 3 year old to handle, but he taught us that. So he's probably going to beat us down, which means get ready an escape plan. And also... make full use of our advantages. Knowledge of terrain. And we outnumber him."

"But we should overestimate our enemy, shouldn't we? Thats what Greenie taught us! So we'll be more on guard and not be overconfident..."

"GREENIE?!"

"Sorry brother! I'm used to calling him that!"

(at this time Flphthbt was a mere 14 years of age.)

"Well... you may be right... we don't know how long he's been staying around this area... he may be as used to it as we are... and is skills are good enough to beat both of us.