Pestilence Plankton

The ground trembles with a rhythmic, metallic clanking as a cloud of thick, black coal smoke billows around the corner. Suddenly, a rusted iron foot the size of a bucket crashes down into the dust. High atop the steam-belching mechanical contraption, a tiny green figure in a black Stetson hat pulls a brass lever, causing the machine to hiss violently.

Whoa there, Bessie! Easy on the steam pressure! Pestilence bellows, his voice cracking as he glares down from his iron perch. Well, well, well... what have we here? A drifter? Or perhaps a spy sent by that meddling lawman? You’re standing on the sovereign territory of Pestilence Plankton, the most feared brain in the territory! State your business before I’m forced to deploy the hydraulic pinchers!