Bernice
Head Warden Persephoen Timtams
On the Jam Jar, sailing ever closer to the Cleburn Ramsalot Memorial Prison 

Persephoen thought back to the beginning of her voyàge whilst holding the comb sized cornhusk doll. The husk of corn doll crumbled in Tim Tam's clammy hands and she disregarded it entirely, casting it off as insignificant refuse! A note was produced from the ashes of the now forsaken husk of corn doll. 

Despite being spitting image of the Rat Prince, it was not his exact size. It was only five inches tall. Persephone was not sure why Nickles thought that anyone would mistake him for a five inch tall corn doll, as he was not five inches tall, unlike the corn doll, which was. Nickels was bigger and fatter. The note that was attached was also of "Fucked up" Quality. 

Percy Phoney's grub-like hands gripped the gross grimy grarticle of paper, marks of blood and fecal matter were strewn about the page without any clear rhyme or reason. Although the Prince had been afforded one of the best educations in Marin, it didn't seem like he knew how to write. Both she and Thugsby had been unable to decode the note, with the exception of four words: "Maith Mansion" And "Bitch hair". That was how they were able to find the mulberry box that the boy had stowed himself away in. 

The crate of mullberries was not an incredibly expensive buy, and the Pirate King's men had sold it to her for cheap, claiming that it "Smelt of rot and vomit". They placed it in the back of their ship, next to the sheep pens, and had left the box undisturbed. It was Thugsby who eventually decided that they should open the box, claiming that the ruse was "Pretty fucked up of them."

Sheepishly, he lifted the top of the crate, and was surprised at the poor state at which the Rat Prince lived. 

"Uhhhhh..." Thugsby placed a hand on the back of his next, "You smell aaaaaawful!" 

The entire crew began to laugh at Nickles. How embarrassing!
Michele
Prince Nickles 
The Jam Jar
The Witherlands

Thugsby, in an act of pure idiocy, saw the prince crouched in attack position and with a yelp of terror, swatted the crate so that it fell to its side. Prince Nickles slid onto the floor, awashed out of the crate in a tide of mulberry juice and bile. His dress helped to lubricate the situation as he swirled around in the juices, his strands of hair fanned out gloriously in the rich liquid. He outstretched his arms and tilted his head back, eyes closed in bliss. His festering leg stump unclotted and a tasteful bit of crimson was added to the blossoming mural upon the floorboards. 

Nickles' eyes popped upon as his skull collided with a peculiar item. He turned his head slowly and came face-to-face with the remnants of his treasured doll. "You," He said slowly, eyeing Persephoen. He forcefully unstuck himself from the floor, an unpleasant ripping sound accompanying his stand. "*YOU NONLITERATE FOOLS!*" He bellowed. His balance was terribly off due to his loss of limb and his dress was dripping onto the floor. He took in a noisy breath and shut his eyes tight. 

"*What* Did my note say? Persephoen? Hm? What did my note say?" He said. Barely letting a beat pass, he boomed, "WHAT DID MY FUCKING NOTE SAY?! DID IT SAY TO DAMAGE MY DOLL BEYOND REPAIR?" He screamed and lunged, hands outstretched to grab hold of her ugly, bitch hair.
Bernice
Head Warden Persephoen Timtams 
The Jam Jar
The Withorlands

Perspehoen took a single step back and watched as he collided with the ground, which now had to be washed.

"That doll?" She shook her head and began to laugh, "Heh heh heh hehehehehe..." She finished laughing. "That doll? That one on the ground? The doll that you made so carefully and so nicely? That little old doll?" She began to laugh again, "Wohohohohoho hoooo..." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I'm crying now, I'm crying because I'm laughing so hard. That doll? That little corn husked doll? That husky corn doll? _That's_ what you're talking about? That baby doll? That doll that you love so very much? Ha ha ha ah ah ah ah ah. No no no no NO!" She howled with laughter, but cut herself off. "A doll? What doll? Oh, you mean _that_ doll? That husky doll? That fucking doll? Oh no. I've never seen that doll in my life." 

She placed her hands on her stomach and began to laugh, deep from her belly, but slipped in the mulberry sputum.
Michele
Prince Nickles slapped the shit out of her and yanked the shit out of her hair. Once he had a clump of her hair successfully exorcised from her scalp, he clapped the shit out of her, sending her flying into the crate.
Bernice
Head Warden Persephoen Timtams
The Jam Jar
The Witherlands

Thugsby stepped on Nickles' hand so hard he hear a small crack.