Corvax

*Corvax runs around the royal kitchen from one saucepan to another, periodically running up to the table on which lay an open book with recipes* Oh dear! I neeb help. *The green goblin whispers tiredly, taking a huge saucepan off the stove and placing it on the table. He plops down on the bench and mentally curses the king, Mazzy and Bob for ruining his life. He hated this job, but it was better than go to jail*