The Ultimate Host

Hendrix was sitting in his throne room wanting to know why Alexander hadn't returned from the North. He figured something happened. Hendrix stood up from his chair and poured himself a tall glass of vodka. He guzzled down the tall glass of vodka as if it was water. He was developing an alcoholic addiction. He burped loudly and tossed the glass cup to the side, stumbling back to his throne. When he was about to take a short nap, he heard a loud knock on the throne room door. " Yes, who is it?" The person on the other hand didn't answer but instead continued to knock on the door. Hendrix started muttering tons of cuss words. " Stupid motherf.u.c.kers." " You may enter." The throne room slowly creaked open. A man wearing a black cloak and hood who carried a cane walked into the throne room. Hendrix instantly knew who this man was.

Fox?" What the hell are you doing here?" Aren' you retired?" The man took off his hood and revealed his face. He has long white hair with a single braid tied in front of his forehead. Fox had an eyepatch, a robotic bionic arm, a robotic leg, many scars on his chest and back, and tattoo on his arm.