in scairy ice place, thay r looking 4 tha first tool 2 defeet farquaaaad. a gud rest was taken, now, it is back to tha grind.

in the pool r the two feesh. katat luks mornfull, will nut elabort 4 asshola. asshol is beeng held 2 new stanrads. she strats 2 relize. has 2 maik kata liek her. nut just 2 appease tha food sacc buterflies but 4 gud of the mision.

"maybee i shuld mediate by the pond" say kuteripackopopo.

"uh what will that doo" ashol skeptics.

"i will get thems ansers" kata says. "ov where is thee first tool of the four croners of the earth, of the sonar sistem, of tha galsexy of tha —"

"ok i get it, impotent mission" asshol says. still impatient bith, ov all tha things she has nut changeed abut hersef.

kat sits down with tha cross legs n putts her hands on her nees and does tha "ommm". imeditely falls unconshis.

"um" asshol says awkwardice. "now wat" maiks exchnage of luks with donkyee.

"uh i gues we wate" doenkty zulobirds. "oh luk what is that"

on side of cliff is a leetle baby seel. how did it get up thare? how does asshol kno what a seal is? (has nevr seen 1 b4.)

it maiks a smal adoráblé nois. "awwwww" donek maiks do say think. wthout warning, he flys up 2 get it and brings it onto his bak.

"wat shall we nam it?" assheola desmonds.

"I think… Seel" donik says loveingly.

"wy did i ask yuo youre litrally a doneky calld donekay" ashula shaiks hed with disdain. "we shall call it tha SEVENTH Seal!"

"wy"

"becaus all the other six hav ben broke, thats how yuo kno tha apocylopse is combing… and methinks farquab may just b the apocococpls"

"gud point" doneky say.

then, katatatata waiks up. "I GOT IT!" screms she. luks to asshole. "oh. yuo've alredy found it."

thare is angery in her eyes. maiks asshol feel bad. "actully, it was doneik" points out 2 shift tha guilt and/or glorie.

"i hav spoke with my brudder's ded ladiemate (yu kno, tha big orb up thare jsut chillgn in tha skie) and she has sad it is thee SEAL"

"wat is this abut orbs" a shuder convulses her becaus she dis'n't' hav gud memeries ov orbs, and also is confuse.

"i wil tell yuo once yuo tel me abut tha fier peniss acident"

"okay deal" asshula says, "is fare. anyway, hav the seal. why we need this? is so harmles and tiny."

AND SO AM I, Odin hovercraft full of eels. THE SMALL ARE INCREDIBLY POWERFUL ONCE YOU HAVE LEARNED THEIR STRENGTHS.

"i know ov seel's strength" katata expluries. "tha seel… well, is a seal. is a seel 4 the bag of inifity dimensionates. onc farquab is insied we must close tha bag 4ever using tha seel. liek seel ov envelop. but also seel liek tha water dog aneemal. both at same tiem"

"BUT THATS WHERE I KEP MY Hostess (TM) PRODCTS!" Ashole weps. rite now even, she wuz eeting a Hostess (TM) Snoball (TM)."

"i dot kno wat 2 tell yuo. taik sum out?" katat emlings.

"al the Hostess (TM) products I can carrry wil only last me liek an hor, an whour and thriteen minúts if i am in the lucky"

"i am sory for yuor los" katat says. puts a hand on asshul's shulder in cumfort. asshol relishs evry instant of that touh, how gud her hand fels agans her evn thru her many slayers ov armer. she is so closse 2 asshol, almost unbareabley clos. asshol wnats 2 caress that faic, fel those strong yet soft eye brows, strok them hare loops, and stare soulfuly 4ever into hre buttiful eys that r liek tha ocen on a sunnie day if tha god damn republicans had not ben poluting it. nerly swoons rite thare. tha buterflys r swarming in her internal food sack and now she fels them in her slitely hiyer internal air holders aswell. and in her qikly thumping thump thump.

is steel in denile but dep insied her, she knos, she is faling hard (and if she had a dik, it wuld also b hard.)

but katatat removs hand. is liek she taiks a part ov asshol's happy with her. "we hav seel now. all we had 2 do was fite sum minions, finding it was eazy! it is so erly in tha jurney yet we hav already fund tha first tol."

ashul finds hreself agreing blindly. she wil do anyting 4 senpai 2 notiec her. 2 liek her. mayb evn lov her.

"i think, next gud stope wuld be tha air plac. we wil go tomorow morning"

"sunds liek a plan!" asshol enthuses.

"i am glad 2 know we r on tha same sied now" kata warmly smiles.

asshol colapses agains rok overwhelm with felings!

kata ruins it. "unless yuore fooling me 4 sum devious raison. but i hav faith in the God of Wisdom and Battel."

"oh" asshol sads with sad.

obliveous, katata retruns 2 tha main camp ov tha mightie north, wit tha orginal iconick trio rite behind her.