Suddenly Babs disappeared, and a group of small fuzzy objects landed on him. They turned out to be dozens of 6 inch high versions of Babs, most of which shook themselves down and went. "Hey!"<br/><br/>Barbara looked down at them. "One of us had to be reduced to small enough bites that the other could eat them. I've got a date with the inside of a fox, I figured you lot could find some way to 'hold the Fort' in the meantime."<br/><br/>When the majority of them looked confused, she pointed at the wolf and added, "Did that thing divide up brain power as well? Wolfort, or Fort for short!"<br/><br/>The assembled mini-Babses mostly looked sheepish, which didn't wear well on a rabbit. "I think he's more likely to hold us." One said.<br/><br/>Barbara jumped off the bed, and went over to the sarcophagus. "Is this thing still on, or do I have to reactivate... ah!" She found a glowing green sigil low on one side, in mystic and ancient draconic script, a language known only to learend dragons and powerful sorcerers. Fortunately, Babs didn'r need to know it because there was a dyno-label taped along side it. 'Refomation active.'<br/><br/>"Yep, it's good to go." She strolled back to the fox. "Barbara Bunnington, Babs Bunny for short... no relation... and your meal for tonight. And you are?"