Out in the open wasteland, Kong and his crew were surrounded by a swarm of mimics, hacking their way toward the corpse nest with a burning urgency to return home.
"Get the hell outta my way!" Kong roared, swinging a massive fist and smashing a mimic into pulp.
But more of them kept rising—blank-eyed, twitching, relentless. It was clear Lil' Shroom had been busy planting "eyes" all over the place lately.
Even creepier, a bunch of the mimics had taken on Bighead's form—probably because Lil' Shroom had impersonated him so often that the mimics had developed some kind of muscle memory. Each one looked disturbingly accurate.
"Bighead, I really do miss you, but... sorry, buddy!" Chompers growled, slashing through a mimic that looked just like Bighead, tearing it apart with his claws.
Nearby, the zombie hounds were just as savage—leaping onto mimics, tearing them down, snapping necks with a single bite.
