Danny by that time was famished. To the kitchen I go!!! ,he thinks to himself gleefully. When he got there, he found Roy already stuffing his face on pie. Danny quietly snook up on Roy and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Roy's guilty face spun around to face Danny and he launched into an apology, "I'm sorry Danny! I didn't mean to--. Danny? DANNY! Hey Danny!!!!! Want some pie?" Danny laughed and said, "Hey Roy!! Ya look da same bro. And pie? What kind ya got there...?" trying to peek over his shoulder. "Yo bro? I got appointed Pantry Guard since you were gone. Anything you want while it's not mealtime, requires a trade," said Roy smugly. "Hmmm. Well how bout this for a trade ? Your life for a slice of pie," he said with an evil grin. "Yea I've got an arsenal of weapons now. Sulted!!" He smiled innocently while opening up his jacket to show the shiny metal of his shurikens. Roy put on a face of mock horror and said, "NOOO!! Danny!!! Don't hurt me!!! I'll give you the pie," while stifling his laughter. "Good good. Now hand over the pie!" Roy handed Danny his pie then whispered to him, "Look this is only a special present ok? We can't be raiding the pantry every night as we did before. We've been running low ever since you left. It's all we can do to feed the little kids first." Danny gasped in fright, "No more raiding?! No more extra servings?! What shall I do?!?!?! I'm as well as dead! Humph. Well this can not do. I say we go on a raid right now. Right. Now."
Name: Owen Age 16 Height 6'4 Short dirty blonde hair Skilled in martial arts but prefers long range fighting. Extremely loyal and honest. Likes to invent things to help his friends