Charon was stood to one side of the convention booth signing what felt like the thousandth t-shirt and then refusing to smile for anyone's photo, the fans loved it. Kizmat was now getting truly tired of baring his fangs for the keen faced fans who seemed to beleive that they were somehow fake. Many fans also seemed to find it odd that they did in fact wear normal clothes when they were wandering around in "real" life and many had already commented on Charon's skull and crossbones t-shirt, black jeans, black leather motorcycle boots and short black leather jacket and she'd also opted to tie her hair back into an oriental style. She smiled indulgently at another snotty nosed kid and his parents who were gushing at their unbeleivable luck at meeting their two favourite mega stars.

Charon caught the flash of the camera lens in their direction and looked round to see King, JR and Gunther chatting away. She nudged Kizmat who seemed thankful for the distraction. Gunther suddenly seemed uncomfortable as both stars looked in his direction, King and JR started talking more animatedly. Charon looked back to sign another t-shirt before Kizmat grabbed her by the hand and hauled her towards the three commentators. Kizmat slammed his fists down on their table causing it to break in half. Fans had hurried over to see what the commotion was about. He looked right at Gunther who looked as though he had just crapped in his pants, he pointed his finger right in Gunthers face.

"Get a hair cut you freak!"

Charon shook her head and laughed. Kizmat straightened up and relaxed, straightening out his jacket and a half grin appeared on his lips.

"Nice to see you King, JR."

He nodded his head in their direction, Charon raised her hand in greeting to them, still grinning the two walked off back to their booth and Gunther sat down in shock, lost for words for the first time in his life.