What?! I was tryin' to interrogate it 'cause we still know nothing about that weirdo Host! What else was I supposed to do?!
[Probably just about anything that isn't bullying penguins. Granted, bullying everything is kind of his default mode, so, no idea what Saki expected here.]
They’re empty like ghosts and they’re creepy and weird like ghosts and their master has zombie bandages and they’re in a death game so it was close enough! Besides, you can give dead people apples. I’m pretty sure.
How'm I supposed to know, I just saw lots of fruit for dead people on TV, they put them in these wooden boxes with pictures and everything. Shrines or something.
[There's a grumble.]
Besides, it's not like they let us bring anything useful? And what the hell kinda thoughtful gift do you give an exploding penguin.
Psh, vessels makes 'em sound way too fancy, they're just penguin suits.
[So, into their suit insides... costumed innards... things. He's just waving his hand like it's nbd.]
Look, that's not the point!! [how did they get derailed this bad, it's because he has no attention span] The POINT is I was supposed to scare up some info. If you wanna go make friends with exploding ghost penguins then you can do that yourself!
[He's helping! (no) Now that he's not as distracted by impending disaster and baldness Nora's gone back to sniffing the air and he finally extracts himself fromthe sinking to drip his way over to the stove. There's some dishtowels there that he gives a glance to, contemplatively -- hmm, bacon, dishtowel, bacon...
Yeah he's going to use the dishtowel to dry himself off a bit instead of shaking himself in the kitchen. Future bacon is important.]
What've I been smelling this whole time, it's really distracting!
[He's already reaching for it with greedy hands but at least they're clean and dryish hands because he literally just took half a bath in the sink. The dishtowel is now around his neck so it's probably doomed to never be returned to the kitchen again.]
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Nora.
[What did she say on their first day of this game?]
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[Probably just about anything that isn't bullying penguins. Granted, bullying everything is kind of his default mode, so, no idea what Saki expected here.]
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[UGH, DOGGO, PLEASE.]
Just ask them normally!
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[Did he, though. Did he really.]
All they did was yell dood real loud and over and over and try to run away so I got pissed 'cause they were obviously hiding things!
[Or they were alarmed by the rabid dog coming at them. Truly a predator-prey relationship of some kind.]
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[Yes.
Indoor voice.]
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[Yes. Exactly like he's doing now. Obviously.
People can probably hear him down the hall at this point.]
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[OK so he's back to a less yelly voice but it's still loud. Maybe this is his indoor voice. Maybe it's Maybelline.]
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[Nora.]
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[That's not the point.]
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[??????]
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[There's a grumble.]
Besides, it's not like they let us bring anything useful? And what the hell kinda thoughtful gift do you give an exploding penguin.
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[Their what.]
Their vessels. If you were going to ask them questions anyway, you should have asked what they like.
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[So, into their suit insides... costumed innards... things. He's just waving his hand like it's nbd.]
Look, that's not the point!! [how did they get derailed this bad, it's because he has no attention span] The POINT is I was supposed to scare up some info. If you wanna go make friends with exploding ghost penguins then you can do that yourself!
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[Guess she's going to talk up some ghost penguins... eventually.]
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[He's helping! (no) Now that he's not as distracted by impending disaster and baldness Nora's gone back to sniffing the air and he finally extracts himself fromthe sinking to drip his way over to the stove. There's some dishtowels there that he gives a glance to, contemplatively -- hmm, bacon, dishtowel, bacon...
Yeah he's going to use the dishtowel to dry himself off a bit instead of shaking himself in the kitchen. Future bacon is important.]
What've I been smelling this whole time, it's really distracting!
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[She looks to the stove again. The bacon in the pan is actually plenty cooked by now, but there's also still a platter of raw meat.]
I was making bacon, actually.
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[He's already reaching for it with greedy hands but at least they're clean and dryish hands because he literally just took half a bath in the sink. The dishtowel is now around his neck so it's probably doomed to never be returned to the kitchen again.]
Man, I'm starvin' after all that bullshit.
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