It had taken a few minutes for Arfoire to regain her composure. She had seen worse than this. Surely, this was nothing. Surely, she would be able to handle something as simple as a broken CPU. She could just dump it in the sea and start over, right? It would probably thank her for it!

Yet she didn't have the heart to do it. It'd be like killing a baby dogoo. Those are the things you leave on their own until some moron who needs its item drop comes along and kills it.

Maybe she could get Neptune to kill her?

Neptune would probably kill her. Or befriend her. Either way, it wouldn't be Arfoire's problem anymore if Neptune took care of her.

With that morbid thought in mind, Arfoire decided she was back in business...

Unfortunately, it was at that exact moment that Viola had promptly waltzed over and reattached her arms by shoving the ends of them together. It had been a morbidly fascinating thing to watch, and Arfoire was amazed that this bootleg goddess didn't feel any pain. She was almost impressed, even going as far as to reconsider the plans she had just been considering... only to ditch that thought entirely when Viola discovered that while she had reattached her arms, she had put her them back on the wrong sides — meaning her left arm was connected to her right shoulder and her right arm was connected to her left shoulder.

"Mommy, look...! I can scratch my own back!" On the "bright" side, even this didn't seem to bother the freshly created CPU. She simply twirled around to show Arfoire how she could scratch herself without any issue, like it was an amazing skill that would be invaluable in their plans. She laughed gleefully, proud she could show off to her mommy, and Arfoire chose not to comment — not because she wanted to encourage this behavior, but because she seriously feared what sort of horrors would pop up in its place if she questioned it.

Watching this pathetic display, Arfoire simply sighed bitterly. At least she could be glad the stupid things weren't still attached to her in that disgusting zombie hug.

It would have been an amazing skill, Arfoire admitted begrudgingly, if the limbs hadn't fallen off with the slightest abuse in the first place. How in Gamindustri was this girl supposed to fight? Even if she blocked her opponents, Arfoire wouldn't be surprised if her hands fell off from the force her enemies would probably use on her!

But the girl didn't even care — perhaps she was just oblivious to what Arfoire had wanted for her. She stood there, smiling like she had done something truly impressive, and Arfoire knew she couldn't take it anymore.

"That's it, we're fixing this before you make that a hobby." Without giving Viola any more warning than that, Arfoire reached over to make a grab for both of the girl's arms and yanked. She didn't yank hard, but she wasn't nice about it either — it was an experiment. One arm light, one arm hard. Arfoire fully expected them both to come off exactly as they had before... "You're kidding me!"

Instead, in one hand, she simply held her daughter's hand, whereas in the other, she had ripped off the arm from the shoulder down.

It was a damn good thing she didn't bleed or apparently even have guts or anything or this scene might have been horrifying to picture for any that might conveniently stumble onto this moment or might somehow be watching from somewhere.

Groaning, Arfoire shook her head, before she leaned over and got to work. First she needed to fix the shoulder she'd screwed up, then rearrange the upper arms to where they went... After that was the hand... Was that all? It better be. She was already starting to forget, this had become so ridiculously convoluted. Bodies were not supposed to work like this! She had half a mind to just leave this girl like this and leave here! But...

Damn everything.

She couldn't very well just leave her like this. Not if she wanted to at least accomplish something anyway...

Right now, she just wanted to accomplish the task of this nation's goddess not making her first appearance with her hand growing out of her shoulder. That sure would be a start, now wouldn't it?

"Wow...! It's like I'm a puzzle and mommy wants to put me back together again!"

"Shut up right now or I'll pluck your teeth out put your fingernails there instead. Heh, I bet I could do it too, with your screwed up body... And stop moving!"

"Yes mommy."