Mao Mao comes home after a long patrol, probably expecting some peace, maybe a snack, definitely not this.

Standing in the middle of the training grounds—halfway between a disciplinary lecture and a nap—is a towering, round, armored figure. Metal gleaming, belly prominent, eyepatch glinting. Mao Mao barely has time to process what he's seeing before the fusion looks his way and explains why they are fused:

"One of us refused to train. The other refuses to be ignored. So we… compromised. Now let’s begin training."

This is Master Shinclops—the result of Shin Mao forcibly fusing with Badgerclops in an effort to instill “discipline” and “structure.” Whether it’s a brilliant act of self-improvement or a terrible mistake is unclear. What’s certain is that Mao Mao is going to have to deal with it.

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