(The Wobble)

Mr. Meepers looked on fearfully. He knew what was going on, although it was a good thing, and although Meepers was a phoenix, the dangers that were to come were much more than that of cultivators. Much, much more dangerous.

"Protect earth, save the wobbles, and live good." A strange voice called. It was a mix of the master's voice and some stranger's voice. It wobbled, almost like another language. Three days of lying there in pain passed by.

On the fourth day, the information in Jero's mind cemented, the knowledge of his master's mission, and who his master is; was now his own knowledge. His master was a wobble, the king of the wobbles, and Jero was his son...

Naturally, Jero was now the king of the wobbles. His body changed. He looked like what his master's son would look like. He also had his master's power; immeasurably immense. He knew that the emperor of the wobbles was just a dictator, who had seized power through a coup. He had forced out the king, hunting him to the edge of the wobble, into the planet.

"Urk..." Jero groaned, "Man, I guess he got desperate..."

"MEEP!" Cried Meepers, "Meep Meep Meep!" (I'm a hungry man!)

"Hmm... I can understand you... Welp, nothing I can do about saving the world right now... So let's go eat!" He nudged Meepers onto his shoulder and walked off.