Daunchyclone is in bad shape, passed out face-down in the swamp, and in serious danger of drowning. Or he would be, if he wasn't an ASH MANNEQUIN, whatever the fuck that is. You don't think they need to breathe? Either way, you don't really care about Daunchyclone, or his ash mannequin, because if you recall, there were XIV of these idiots spread across 30K pages.
The Metal Jester lodges itself firmly in the thick boggy sludge, and appears valiantly poised to be every bit as useless as the Weed Jester. This panel isn't getting any prettier, and appears no closer to sparking the critical UPDATE EVENT. You never thought you'd hear yourself say this, but you think you're beginning to hate Bard Quest.