A Psycho with a Cigarette

There's just something... eerie about Lerew. Eerie enough that people start feeling nervous whenever they suspect he might be nearby.

I forgot my transition, but here's Dogadon strolling through Fungi Forest.

Dogadon: *suddenly feeling somewhat uneasy* *looking around him*
???: What's the matter? You seem frightened.
Dogadon: !!
???: *suddenly in front of Dogadon* You appear to have seen a ghost.
Dogadon: *yelping in fright*
???: *chuckles* Some people are just so easy to scare. By the way, have you seen an individual going by the name Lanky Kong?
Dogadon: A-are you looking to hurt him? B-because we Kremlings have standards, you know!
???: Ah, a Kremling, I see. Who might you be?
Dogadon: I'm Dogadon. I'm one of the higher-ups who gets to call King K.Rool our Master.
Lerew: You can call me Lerew. Clearly, the rest of the Orang-Troops weren't ready for my master plan. *takes a puff of his cigarette*
Dogadon: *holds his breath*
Lerew: Now, could you show me where King K.Rool makes his home?
Dogadon: For a king, he doesn't really have a castle, more like a base of operations, and that's in Krem Isle. *escorts Lerew to Krem Isle*

Meanwhile, the rest of the generals are planning something big.

Mad Jack: OK, so we have our Quad-Squad of boys, you four can have your own Quad-Squad of girls. InsaniDoll, you're the leader, Maskly, you're the hyperactive ditzy one, Psy-Geist, you're the intelligent grump, and Kitano, you can be the... eurh...
Dogadon: Hey, guys, I kinda brought someone over. He... Kinda creeps me out, so I don't know if I should--
Lerew: That's OK, I'll introduce myself to the rest of you.

Here he is! Lerew kinda creeps everyone else out. Mad Jack and InsaniDoll aren't fazed, though.

Mad Jack: Uh, sorry, the Master kinda doesn't allow cigarettes. *drops the cigarette out of Lerew's mouth* He may be a bad guy, but he has standards, you know! And I don't know if Kei wants to see you with busted-up lungs.
Lerew: You're telling me that cigarettes are bad for me? I've been smoking ever since I turned 18. I wanted to look rather dangerous.
Mad Jack: I don't care that smoking makes you look cool, because doctors say that tobacco slowly and dangerously kills people.
Lerew: *gets another one out of his pack and lights it*
Mad Jack: ... *sigh* Whatever floats your boat, I guess...
Lerew: Anything further to intimidate Lanky with.
Mad Jack: *rushes over to Lerew* I heard that!
Lerew: You know me. One of the things I fantasize about the most is all the ways I could be twisting, churning, biting... All this just to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of Lanky's screaming...
Mad Jack: We're allowed to do all manner of things to the Kongs, but engaging in physical torture just for your own amusement!? *opens his eyepatch* Listen to me, and kindly stop trying to torture Lanky!
Lerew: *immune to the brainwashing, despite not being a Kong*
Mad Jack: *closes his eyepatch* I can understand Pinky and Army Dillo, since they ate the bananas, but you!? You're a special case!!
Lerew: What's to stop me from my favorite pastime?
Army Dillo: *slowly, but nervously, reaching for the cigarette in Lerew's mouth*
Lerew: *swiftly grabs Army Dillo by the arm to stop him*
Army Dillo: *wailing in pain*
Lerew: Hm... With you, child, it's just not the same... Lanky's screaming is special, different from yours. Something about his screaming brings me an almost cathartic sense of ecstasy. It brings me to a euphoric state. *holds out a knife*
Pufftoss: You better not...
Lerew: *points straight at Army Dillo's arm with the knife* Do you want me to replicate that sense of euphoria to teach you a lesson?
Army Dillo: *whimpering* *attempts to get away*
Lerew: Resist all you want. You can't match my strength. *prepares to stab Army Dillo in the arm*
Mini Dillo: *rushing in at the last second to block the hit* *his hard shell bends the knife*
Lerew: !?
Army Dillo: *hurries back to his room* *turns the sensor off*
Lerew: Please open your door right this instant.

Army Dillo refuses to answer.

Lerew: ... *sigh* I guess I'll go talk to that helmet-wearing fellow over there.
Ray: Oh! You called!?
Lerew: Yes, I'm looking for an individual named Lanky Kong. Would you care to locate him for me?
Ray: *suspicious* Why?
Lerew: I'd like to engage in something with him.
Ray: I'll bet that something is probably twisting his arms and legs, sticking sewing needles up his neck, placing him in the Pain Sand in Angry Aztec, covering him with Pain Plants from Fungi Forest, sticking his torso full of spikes from a Kosha's club, and last but most certainly not least, covering the aforementioned Pain Sand with the boiling acid from Creepy Castle!
Lerew: *chuckles menacingly* Great idea, young man! I'm flattered you could come up with some amazing ideas as for what I could do to him! *prepares to leave and do whatever horrible fate Ray unintentionally suggested*
Mad Jack: *creates a wall of fire in front of where Lerew was planning to go* Going somewhere?
Lerew: ... *sigh* I guess I'll hold off on that young man's suggestions.
Mad Jack: *makes it more intense* You PROMISE?
Lerew: ... *sigh* I promise.
Mad Jack: *begins to sing a melody to have the firewall surround both himself and Lerew*
Lerew: What is the meaning of this?
Mad Jack: I'm an amazing lie detector. I can tell you're just saying you won't torture Lanky so you can leave this place. I'll only let you go once you're finally honest about not trying to do that.
Lerew: I'm being serious here. I already said I wouldn't do what that young man suggested.
Mad Jack: *makes the fire circle more intense*
Lerew: ... *sigh* I cannot tell a lie, I will not hurt Lanky.
Mad Jack: *makes it even more intense*
Lerew: ...Is there really nothing I can do?
InsaniDoll: Jack, STOP!!
Mad Jack: *promptly dissipates the fire circle on command*
Lerew: And here I thought you'd never let up. *leaves*
InsaniDoll: That guy had already been honest about not hurting Lanky for now. There was no need to create this mess! *points to the hideous black stain in front of the exit*
Mad Jack: ...Okay. I'm sorry, I kinda went too far.
InsaniDoll: Sheesh, you and your short temper sometimes... *gets out a wash cloth*
Mad Jack: No, babe, I think I got it from here. *sings a melody, making the stain disappear*

Donkey Kong Country and Donkey Kong 64 - Mostly Classic Rareware with minor help from 
Base (used as a reference) - badtimeanimation.deviantart.co…