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"Oh... yeah, I checked those out," replied Chip. "He seemed to be okay after the initial exhaustion left. Then he was back to fighting and sparring as usual... For someone so big, he really is full of energy." Chip nodded.

Flesh glanced around again, waddling deeper into the room. He mumbled into the device. "This isn't Soda," he said. "He said I'm not supposed to tell where he is. Because I don't want you to hurt him." Flesh turned around and pouted like a child. He flumped on the ground, knocking Dave off his...

Flesh''s mouth, somehow, closed entirely. And he looked horribly nervous. He made a few growls, but whatever it was, the translator didn't pick it up.

Flesh hesitated, like he was unsure if he should answer. But he nodded, saying nothing into the translator. Though, it made sense; how else would the place stay tidy? And Soda said himself that he had been visiting to keep the place clean...

Flesh made a loud groaning noise and waddled deeper into his lair. It looked like it was cleaned quite regularly, but there was no way Flesh, in his size, would have been able to keep the smaller places so tidy... He returned with the gadget in question. Seconds later, a hologram of Soda...

Silence at first, and then... Rumble, rumble, rumble, a little louder each time. It felt like each tremor would lift Dave off the ground by a millimeter. The door opened, and Dave was face to face with the vaguely glowing maw of the Guzzlord, staring down at him. He growled loudly, but that was...

"Let 'em," Cal replied as she stretched her wings, and it really did feel, in some small way, like she was stretching. So satisfying, the way it felt. "Hey, think it's about time we tried more of this food? I wanna see what the fish and rice is like next..."

Cal could, though for someone like her, it came off more like a great rumble that shook both of their ectoplasm. Her wings folded over them both, and her arms, much smaller by comparison, did what they could to run along Luz's false fur. "So... that's what it's like..." Cal held her position...

"I was thinking about trying out a scarf," Cal said. "Maybe a stylish one, you know? Oh! Or maybe I could try out a cape. I heard that Owen once tried one on to act like he had wings--er, wait, I'm not supposed to say that one out loud. Forget I said that." But then came the offer and Cal...

"Owen?" Chip asked. "Totally. He stops by here all the time, and he's one of my best test subj--acquaintances!" The Porygon-Z drifted toward Starr curiously. "Why do you ask?"

"Yeah, it sounds awesome," Cal agreed with a grin. Even her golden embers seemed to light up a little. "God, it's crazy how good stuff tastes now that I can actually taste it, though. And feel things, and stuff, too. Have you ever curled up in a bed and just felt the fabric all over? Fucking...

"Well, sure, but have you ever seen Pine after a cold?" Chip countered. "Sometimes little things can get through to even the mightiest titans. Poor guy couldn't leave the washroom for--anyway, it's weak in that compared to other things we've dealt with, this little guy could probably be fought...

"That one came from Mewtwo," Chip called back, drifting into the room. "But the only difference is that one had more energy in it, and it disturbed Diyem. Aside from that, it actually is weak. One of those things that's bigger but doesn't really seem all that strong when you get down to it..."...

Cal nodded. "And even if they don't want to explore anymore, what's to say a new God Squad... thing will start up again one day, y'know? We've got centuries and stuff!" It was clear that the concept of centuries did not fully register to Cal, who did not yet know her first year. Cal took her...

"I mean, probably..." Cal hummed, thoughtful. "I just wonder if I might get tired of that one day and then find a place to settle. I'm... according to Eien--I mean, er, Mom--I'm probably immortal. Or close to it. I think I should, like... set up a mental map of a bunch of hobbies to take on and...

"I think I heard one of the humans in our team say that cold pizza is good, too," Cal said. "But then another human didn't like it. Maybe it's a cultural thing across humans." Cal took their orders and stepped away. "I'm glad Pop can fund all this. I'd have to do a job soon, though. Once Dad...

"Tch." Puff knew what was coming next. "You don't really know what that means, do you?" he weaved out of the way of a few final attacks. "Call of the void... not sure where you're from, but here, that's the sense of doom you feel... when you get the urge to look over a cliff, or a thought to do...

"I want some of those spicy rice cake soup bowls," Cal said, pointing at one of the dishes with a popping, red broth. "And I'll also have the deep fried rolls, too. Oh! And are those ones fresh? Yeah, those barbecue fish. Yeah, that! Okay, and Luz, I think we can also go to that other place to...

Puff winced, glancing at Astrid. "...All right," he said. "I guess we'll just have to see how this goes... Here's my question... All of this fighting, all of this struggle. Even in your own world... Why are you fighting for it?" "Can you do it?"

"Ngh--" Puff shook his head. "All right. So maybe you didn't fall for it. That's fine! Because I have a question for you in reply! Astrid!" Puff disappeared in a deft movement, reappearing next to her. "with all this power that you don't have back home, all the way to forge your own path, does...