The cruising ship was filled with its usual silence.

Just Kidding.

"AAHHHHHHHHH!" Junko yelled as he ran all over the Condor.

"What's wrong Junko. Speak to me buddy!" yelled Finn, trying to calm down the crying wallop.

"It's obvious what has happened! We have an urgent case of magalese. His scream slowly and painfully burst our brain." Stork yelled. "We have to WHACK HIM!", he said as he pulled a giant mallet.

"There will be no whacking Stork.", Piper scolded.

"Party pooper." he mumbled.

"Junko. Calm down. Tell us what's wrong.", Aerrow said, grabbing the young wallop's shoulders.

Junko pulled out a stick with a burned marshmallow on the end.

"I burned the last marshmallow on the ship.", he sniffled.

(Silence) (A/N- no more crickets. Stork squashed them all.)

"Dude, seriously. That's why you were crying.", Finn said.

"It's the last one and I was hungry and … it was the last one.", Junko said as he started to sob again.

"You know what Junko. We'll go to the closest Terra and buy you one. How's that sound?", Piper said, trying to make him feel better.

"Yeah! I'll tell Cale that we're getting more marshmallows", Junko yelled.

"Umm, Junko. Whose Cale?", Aerrow asked.

"He's the cricket I found in the restroom.", Junko stated proudly.

Aerrow looked at Piper. "What we don't know can't hurt us.", she said.

"Dude, so there was a cricket in the restroom. Ugh. Imagine. It was probably watching us as we showered or something. What if it was Cyclonis' little camera and she was watching everything we did?" Finn asked.

Piper and Aerrow looked at Stork. "Mind Worms.", he mouthed.

"How could those perverts actually think I would watch them do their necessities in the restroom?", Master Cyclonis asked herself as she listened to the recording of their conversation.

"Well, you are listening to everything they say. Isn't that a little out of the ordinary?", The Dark Ace asked as he filed his nails.

"I'm not the one who spends 50 bucks for a manicure. Or, the one who practices their evil laugh in their room at midnight.", she stated as he watched him take care of his nails.

"Hey! Being the awesome bad guy whom every girl admires is hard work. I have to be absolutely perfect.", he argued.

"You wear gloves half of the time people even look at you!", she yelled.

"So?"

Face palm. "Why do I even bother?"