DESCRIPTION
In a cozy, suspiciously warm room somewhere in Bandle City—Vex found herself locked in an unexpected standoff. In front of her sat her opponent: a very large sausage.
She narrowed her eyes. It wobbled ominously.
With a sigh and a spark of gloomy inspiration, Vex lowered her now-infamous Hydraulic Badonkers™ onto the unsuspecting meat. And in that moment—somewhere between the melancholy of her eyes and the urge of pleasing that salty and meaty seeking missile—the Yordlean Press-o-matic™ was born.
Yes, the rumors are true: she now presses sausages for a living.
With soul-crushing precision and an efficiency so dramatic that the occasional splashes on her face acts as a badge of her victory.