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The target of this summer's Boss Smasher has a few tricks up his sleeve! And when he shows his best cards, you'll surely want to hold on to your hat. Stories abound about his past. Before taking this boss on, read one of them here. You'll learn about a figure who got fed up with everyone's dirty tricks at their expense…

A wodent… A few kamas… A shield or even a flock of Tofus…

He could no longer bear his insides being poked and prodded, all manner of objects pulled out of him. Sometimes he had to swallow things whole so the audience would think they had vanished into thin air. Blechhhh! And the fools would eat it up in their own way. They never even considered the consequences… He was left feeling queasy every waking moment!

"Leave my poor stomach alone!" he wanted to shout. If only he could talk. If only they could hear him… Understand him…

And all those Twelvians who showed up to see him, for a little amusement after a grueling week of adventuring… He could no longer hear their cries of awestruck admiration. Their oohs and ahhs after every trick, repeated over and over, week after week… Tricks he knew by heart, stretching and mangling his stomach a little more each time.

Didn't he deserve some respect? He was considered little more than an accessory, either absentmindedly hung on a coat rack or set atop some Twelvian with a questionable hairline. Although he was the focus of every sleight of hand, and crucial to their execution, the cheers and applause weren't for him. No, not him…

This injustice ate away at him from the inside. So much so that his color faded with each passing day. He looked like he'd been left out in the sun. Even worse, loose strands were forming on his felt… He was almost ashamed. But then, why should he be? Hardly anyone noticed him anyway! No one cared about HIM. They only paid attention to that stupid profiteer of a magician… That unscrupulous man who made money off of him.

He realized then that his anger was misdirected. Could he really be mad at the Twelvians who came to watch these shows? After all, they weren't at fault… It was that heartless magician! Chris Angelus. With the appearance of an overgrown child, big laughing eyes and a mischievous smile, he seemed as innocent as a Gobball… Every Friday night, he would perform trick after trick to delight the crowd. And every week, Magik Hat would wonder when this charade would end. Until he realized he was tired of waiting…

That night, he decided to say enough was enough. With equal parts fear and excitement, he feverishly prepared for his best trick yet… He had peeked at the magician's schedule in his dressing room, when no one was around.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Prepare to be dazzled by my latest act. I would ask you to please keep any children or Enutrofs away, as their sensitivity would be sorely strained."

Chris Angelus approached the stool in the middle of the stage and placed Magik Hat on it. He wrapped a scarf around him, driving the extremely claustrophobic Hat mad. The magician closed his eyes and began to recite what sounded like an incantation. A cloud of smoke enveloped him, starting at his feet and going up to his face. Just as he was about to disappear, he snapped his fingers and a sudden gust of air blew away the white cloud, leaving a halo of light that came from nowhere. Chris Angelus opened his eyes, looked as serious as he could, and then addressed the audience.

"What you are about to see will exceed your wildest dreams. I, Chris Angelus, will multiply myself in the way a Iop would multiply bread. Please try to remain quiet, as this spell requires the utmost concentration."

He removed the scarf from Magik Hat, stuck his hand inside, and then closed his eyes again…

But he quickly reopened them, shock registering on his face.

The magician twisted his hand around. Then with increasing force. He used his free hand to grab the other and tried, with great difficulty, to wriggle out. He was panicking at this point. The spectators, meanwhile, were laughing goodheartedly, believing this to be another of Angelus's classic stunts. But the magician didn't seem to find this funny at all…

"Now let… ngggh… let me… nggggh! Let me nggggh-oooooo!"

But there was nothing he could do. He was stuck. Worse yet, it felt like a force was pulling him inside the hat. Suddenly, a large part of his forearm got sucked in. The audience laughed harder. Chris Angelus had turned deep red, beads of sweat on his forehead. Another jolt drew him deeper into Magik Hat, causing his entire arm to literally disappear. When part of his face got swallowed up, an outcry arose from the crowd, expressing a mixture of surprise and unease. Something wasn't right…

Suddenly, the situation accelerated. Despite his struggling, Angelus sank fully into Magik Hat, as if snapped up. His muffled cries left no room for doubt: This wasn't part of the act. The crowd went into a frenzy, people running every which way.

As for Magik Hat, he was swelling up before their eyes, and rejoicing. Now he was all they could see. Of course, his stomach was more distended than ever before, and his heart was in his stomach. He was ready to explode! How utterly satisfying! Why hadn't he thought of it sooner?

The solution to his problems was right in front of him the whole time.

The biter bitten… The magician swallowed…