<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>"Wait, wait, wait. Who's Rocky? A mate? A pet?" Reizu was curious to know.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia put one paw to her face. "Stop it, you're making me feel old! 1976, Movie about a boxer. Sylvester  Stallone. Adrian!... Ringing a bell, any of this..." She sighed. "He can't afford to train at a gym, so he uses a friends meat packing plant, beating on carcases to practice his punches."<br/><br/>"And what's wrong with 'Cast Iron Stomachs' as a name? I like it, simple, easily memorable, we even have a logo." She has the flask out over the sand pit and it's sucking up the sand like a super-vacuum cleaner, though much more quietly. It's also far too small for the amount of sand it's holding, but that doesn't really surprise you anymore.<br/><br/>Up above, the entity starts to gain substance, and orient itself on it's target...