Road to the Lost KingdomAt a fancy nightclub in Rollington City, Trent was discussing business with a group of gangsters. "So, Mr. Adrian, do you have the stuff?", the mob boss Pumpkinhead Mandingo, said. "Yes I do, but can we make the trade in a more secluded location? You know, so it won't attract any unnecessary attention", Trent replied. "Oh no you don't, Trent, either we do it here, or the deal is off", Pumpkinhead snarled as he brandished an M1911 Colt pistol. "Ok, ok", Trent responded as he discreetly pulled out an MP38 sub machine gun. "Perfect! The standard issue weapon of the World War 2 Germany", Pumpkinhead said aloud. "Please keep your voice down. There are cops here", Trent said. "You know, Trent, you sir are a regular gun dealer", Pumpkinhead said. "All right, Pumpkinhead, now you have to hold up your end of the deal", Trent said. Soon, Pumpkinhead and his thugs brandished Tommy guns.
"Whoa! What's going on?!", Trent asked. "You fell right into our trap, raggedy boy", Pumpkinhead sneered. Pumpk