Tamama hummed a song to himself as he lounged on the small two seater couch, munching away on a bag of chips. Next to him sat commanding frog of the invasion on planet Pekopon, Keroro Gunsou, who was building a new gundam model. Across the room sat Kururu, typing away on his computer and at the table sat Dororo and Giroro who were drinking tea and discussing childhood memories. It was nice; the five of them have grown close during the "invasion" and have been through many hardships. Tamama laughed to himself quietly at the word invasion. It seemed like he and his platoon had been saving the world from destruction, not causing it. Peering into his bag of chips he sighed, empty.
"Gunsou-san?" Tamama turned his head to Keroro and smiled, extending his arm, holding out the empty bag he cocked his head to the side sweetly. "Can you get me a new bag of," he paused and scrunched his face up, "Wait," he murmured under his breath quietly, "I have to fart." Everyone looked at him in surprise as a small pop comes from Tamama. "Excuse me." He smiled again.
Giroro covered his mouth. "Ta-Tamama, how do your farts smell so bad?" He fell over on his back, hand still covering mouth.
Keroro jumped up from his gundam, "Tamama that's it!" He exclaimed, "You have just solved all of our problems!" He grabbed the Second Class Private between the shoulders and looked into the distance. "We will use your toxic farts..to take over Pekopon."
Tamama looked at his sergeant lovingly, as much as he loved to be held by him, his plan was absolutely terrible. "Ah, Gunsou-san, can you just get my chips?"
Keroro looked down and jumped off the couch, "Yes Private Tamama, I'll get you your chips." He mumbled under his breath as he walked over to the freezer, taking a step in and closing the door behind him.
Tamama heard Kururu begin to laugh and groaned. Why must that creep laugh at his pain?
