Banjo Kazooie

At last, the dirty green and blue smog was beginning to clear. Gruntilda stood at the topmost window of her Lair , grinning wickedly down on her latest world.At last, the dirty green and blue smog was beginning to clear. Gruntilda stood at the topmost window of her Lair , grinning wickedly down on her latest world.The witch rubbed her hands in glee at the prospect of putting her favorite invention to good use. It was her pride and joy: a machine that could suck the physical beauty from its victims for Gruntilda to absorb like a sponge!