Key: Drooler | Name: Blaxis Urhart | Tech: Drill

	As Blaxis stared up at the night sky he saw the stars make beautiful pictures for him. The mirthful clown had a smile stuck on his painted face until Carrie surprised him and pressed down on his nose. His nose made a honking sound and it startled him. He jolted up, his heart skipping a beat. "HONK!" He yelled out, grabbing his chest. "Woah-hohoooo Sis... Damn near gave me a motherfuckin' heart attack. Now what's all up and down with you my tailed compadre?" His four large canines showed as he smiled at her. "Grh... You work for us and yet you haven't been doing fucking anything! Mrh.." She grumbled. The saiyan was obviously annoyed with him and his laziness.  He of course chuckled at her. He was well aware of his laziness and he shook his head once, his orange and purple eyes examining her a bit. The woman was always looking for things that gleamed in the desert. The woman was like a crow hunting to decorate her nest. "Alright I can motherfuckin' agree with that Sis. Now what is it that you need me to go on doin' for you?"  He asked. He was more than willing to get things done, however, they rarely ever asked him because well... To be fair here they didn't really like him too much at all.
	She threw an old battered shovel at him and the metal bit hit him right in the honker. He rubbed his poor purple nose and stared at her. She grunted, her eyebrows furrowed. "You're going to start digging for valuables." She grinned a greedy grin, thinking of what more she could possibly add to her collection, what she could sell and make with the right things. "Dig..? Uhhhh well I ain't so sure what I'm up and supposed to be diggin' up really but damn I'll motherfuckin' try!"
	Blaxis went to bed and hours passed by. The sun rose and he got to work... Kind of! He ended up simply poking at the desert ground, trying to figure out how to work the shovel. She left him to dig there for hours. No water. Nothing to keep him cool as the sun's rays beat down on him. Of course, he had wandered off on his own with no one to watch him and found comfort under the shade of one of the trees. Blaxis would then pull out two glasses and a bottle of cherry faygo, pouring some for himself and someone else. Your average person wouldn't exactly know who it was for but it was his form of worship. He closed the bottle and put it back away. Grabbing one of the glasses he raised it up to the sky. "Great Milenko of Shangri La! The mirthful messiahs who has shown me some motherfuckin' wicked and bitch tits miracles! I ask for another miracle. Another miracle for this unworthy juggalo.." He had smiled, his eyes half opened and joyous as if he were truly speaking to his god.
	"I ain't so good at this whole diggin' thang.. And Carrie sure loves that motherfuckin' bright stuff.. Help me help her and perhaps some day she too shall worship and be one of the motherfuckin' wicked church! Guide this saiyan to the Dark Carnival!" He yelled out, praising loudly before he brought his cherry red faygo to his lips and drank from it. He let out a pleased sigh as his thirst was quenched, staring at his god's drink. A chuckle escaped him. "Here.. I motherfuckin' got ya don't you worry.." He carefully tilted the glass, letting the red liquid pour out into the sand and staining it with its colors.
	Days, maybe even weeks passed and Blaxis was once again out on the hunt after being yelled at and beating by Carrie. He of course, once again, didn't mind it at all. During his dig however, his shovel hit something hard. "Honk..?" Of course he was confused by this. This wasn't an ordinary hard hit... His shovel made a loud thunk sound when he hit this item. It took all day trying to dig it up. The thing was massive and seemed to be inactive for quite some time. He rubbed his chin and examined it, the curious clown trying to figure out how the thing worked. What he saw were a few switches and buttons. He flipped one and the machine wheezed and hummed to life, digging into the desert immediately. His eyes widened as he viewed this and he saw that valuables would gather on one side of it. "H-... HONK!!! HOT DAYUM!!!" He hollered out, laughing in honks loudly. "God DAMN miracle!" He would of course collect what he could and showing off what he gathered to his saiyan compadres. Well... They didn't beat him down that night at least. For one night anyway.