He was feeling indulgent the next morning and thus decided to serve himself to flatter his vanity by making certain that he claimed all the milk for himself. He was generous enough to return the milk canters once finished, but he agreed that such was enough generosity for one morning and went to troll PAX successfully. He interrupted games with his magnificence, presided over matches, and graced the Gladiator's booth with his presence by assuming the role of Evil Emperor Crab, yaying and naying champions with due decorum.
Dinner was somewhat of a shock, however; upon being served at the famous Sonsie dining hall, Crab Asaan discovered that an old mistress of his had met a most unfortunate and delicious demise. He pined, he crooned, he pitied, and then he dined on her flesh, delighting in every fried morsel whilst considering that eating one's ex was a fitting end for one who had wronged him so horridly. All his indignation was thus expelled on a passing school of fish, and Crab Asaan's good humour was soon restored once he had held two of them hostage and have staved off a mutinous attack accordingly.
After a long and eventful day, Crab Asaan surrendered to the joys of telling the world of his conquest and of enjoying a pleasant and violent story before bedtime. His reign over the powers of PAX had been short, but his influence was justly felt by all those whom he deemed worthy of his diatribes and remonstrances. Hail, O Crab Asaan, troll crab of conventions, and may thy ascendancy strike all the fear into the hearts of your subjects with all the terror that your mighty claw can afford.