[~What do you do with a drunken kaijin, what do you do with a drunken kaijin, what do you do with a drunken kaijin, early in the morning?~]
[Hurricroak, are you...mentally singing a sea shanty?]
[Indeed I am, big sister Nepherage. Indeed I am.]
[Okay...but why?]
[Well, a book I read stated that sea shanties was the way sailors kept rhythm when doing shit on sailing vessels, and since we're doing this...]
[I get that, but like... we're connected on a mental level. Isn't it kind of redundant?]
[Nah. Besides, the zakos seem to like it.]
...
"Damn...it's too bad these lesser puppets of Zhen Liu can't take that many hits before breaking apart, otherwise he'd be an unstoppable force of nature," Zhen Feng commented.
"Yeah...actually, maybe that's a good thing," Zhen Hai observed while imaging a world where Zhen Liu was less nice and more of a megalomaniac with a literal army of puppets. "By the way, am I going crazy or are these puppets humming?"
