Syx’s eyes lit up at seeing the treats. Seeing that they were from Wayne, and not the one he had The Game going with, he popped one in his mouth without thinking any further about it. Normally this time of year Syx would have geared up for some epic prank, but it seemed in poor taste with his Wayne being out of sorts and Syx wasn’t sure if he was ready to battle Wayne right now emotionally speaking anyway.

He’d just been thinking that he needed to do something nice for Harrison’s Wayne when the taste hit him. Doubling over and gagging, Syx spit the disgusting thing out, “MINION! I’VE BEEN POISONED!”

“LOOK!” the frantic villain waved the box in Minion’s face.

“I don’t know, Sir.. they seem fine to me,” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder as he bit into one, “An acquired taste, maybe.”

“Minion, you’re impossible!” Syx stalked off to prepare his revenge. It seemed the game was on after all… just with a new, but similar, target.