"Mogege!~"

Defect Mogeko continued his pace towards the metallic door a few feet away from them, but stopped once Yonaka was no longer by his side. "Missy...?" he asked, looking to his left. His gaze then darted to his right, and froze slightly in fear. What happened to her? Where was she? The green Mogeko whirled around, anxiety building up. Oh, Lord Prosciutto, if Moge-ko had caught her—

He sweatdropped once his eyes caught Yonaka standing in front of a normal, yellow Mogeko. His gaze was lewd, rather disturbing. In its little hands, was the infamous prosciutto. Mogeko was happily chewing on it, humming. "Yummy prosciutto! Mogege~"

The pigtailed girl watched him eat the prosciutto with a blank face. "If they weren't so perverted, they'd actually be cute," she muttered to herself. "Hm, I wonder..."

"What's wrong, Missy?" Defect Mogeko asked, hopping up next to her. He shuddered at the atmosphere around them; it wouldn't be long before Moge-ko and her minion toys would catch up to the two. "We don't have much time—"

Her eyes narrowed at the yummy treat in Mogeko's hands, and blinked. She scowled, remembering the first Mogeko that she had encountered and how it threatened to assault her. "It's like an infestation," she commented, scoffing. "He'd probably go nuts if we gave him one of the porn books we found."

"Moge?" Mogeko perked his head up, pulling away from the precious food he was chowing down. "Don't be such a tease, Yonaka-tan!~"

Her face darkened, scowling even more at his words. "Eh? No, dammit!" she exclaimed. Out of annoyance, Yonaka reached over, and slapped the prosciutto from his stubby hands, scattering it all over the red carpeted floor. She stepped back once Mogeko's face instantly shifted from excite to upset in a matter of seconds.

Then, Mogeko burst out into sorrowful tears, standing there like a small child who had just gotten their candy taken away. "HEY! GIVE IT BACK! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT—? WAAAAAHH!"

Yonaka stumbled back even more from Mogeko, her face now in a state of shock. "What's with you Mogekos and prosciutto?!"

Defect Mogeko tugged at her sleeve, dragging her away from the sobbing yellow being. "C'mon, Missy. They're all a bunch of meat praising perverts."

"Eh, you're right..." She let him pull her away, and they started to dash for the door once again.

"MY PROSCIUTTO! NO!"