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After an unnecessary two-day timeskip, Four learned the hard way to NEVER make "test failed" jokes. Eight thought it was hilarious, while Three, on the other hand, got really aggressive and was like "Don't joke about that. My boyfriend went through hard stuff to get here." And Eight said "Wait, we were dating?"

"Oh that's cool," said Four. "I've never had a crush, but I'm convinced that Marie likes me."

"Wait, how old is she?"

"Eighteen or nineteen, I think," said Four. "Though, isn't it best not to ask a woman their age or something?"

"The point is, you're only fourteen. You only turned into a matured inkling five months ago."

"Who cares," said Four. "It's just a crush. It's not like she asked me out or anything."

AUTHORS'S NOTE Anyone else find Marie's diolauge in Octo Canyon "creepy"?

Oh yeah, by the way, I forgot to mention, but it was night time. The three cepholopod children were locked in a room. For during the day, they had to do bizare tasks like serving champagne and sharpening knives, kinda like forced evil henchmen. Each kid was assigned a specific SEW member to attend.

They weren't the only kids there, duhhhhh. There were others. The day they had arrived, Four was sad that she had to attend to Karren, but didn't say anything. Through their first day of strange work, they learned… honestly, not much.

"What are you guys talking about?", asked another kid who overheard them talking.

The agents looked at each other.

"Eight, you're the best at explaining this stuff," Four whispered.

Eight sighed. "Um, we're just friends and we were talking."

"Oh okay," siad the other kid. The kid put their head down and went to sleep like so.

"So anyway, is anyone's phone of headset working?", asked Three in a serious voice.

"Oh wait, I just remembered something. I hid my phone in one of my boots when I noticed something was up." Four took off her shoes and reached her hand inside one and pulled out a yellow-cased cell phone.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"I siad I forgot, geez." Four turned her phone on. "Who should I call?"

"Prank call the pizza guy," Eight joked.

"No you squidiot, call Cuttlefish."

"I'll just call both. I'll start with the pizza guy."

"Yes!", Eight whispered quietly, his epic afro jiggling in excitement.

"Hello may I take your order?", asked the pizza guy.

"My wife left me."

The pizza guy hung up. Four and Eight fist-bumped while Three sighed.

"Ash, can you NOW call Cuttlefish?"

"Fine. Actually, wait, I need to text my brother. I don't think he knows what's going on right now."

"FINE. Do it, I guess."

Beep beep boop beep beebo beeb (texting noises)

"Okay, I'm done. NOW I'll call Cuttlefish."

"You better."

Cap'n Cuttlefish was about to fall asleep or something when his transmission thingy.

"Did someone die?", asked Pearl.

"Not again…", Marina muttered.

"I don't know. Someone might have died, but all I know is that I'm getting a call from somebody. Oh cool, it's Four!"

"Pick it up!" Marina said nearly jolting up.

Pearl had fallen back asleep and was now in squid form, slowly sliding down Marina's arm while loudly snoring. Marina tried to ignore her, but ended up picking her up and placed her on her lap.

"Hello," said the captain picking up the phone.

"Hey, Cap'n."

"Good to see you can talk right now. Can you tell me what happened to past few days? I've had Princess and Hyper_Fresh come over everyday after their recordings to help me figure out what's going on."

"Why do you always pronounce the underscore?"

"Ash, that's not important."

"Oh, greetings Three! Is Eight there too?"

"Yes. Hello Captain."

"Oh, so you guys aren't dead?"

"Do we sound dead?", Four asked curiously.

"Not at all! Where in the name of mushroom bisque are you?"

"The Society of Evil Woomy? It;s called SEW for short."

"Oh, that group. The goverment has been trying to locate them for seventy-three years! Did you know that?"

"Wait really?"

"Yes, indeed. I encountered them once. They stole my autographed pic of my ex-wife. I still hate them for it."

"Wait what?"

"I never knew you were married," Three wondered.

"What do you think? I have grandchildren."

"Oh, um, right."

"Anyway, how are you kids doing? Why are you with SEW?"

"Forced child labor."

My head hurts… I feel sick. Sick to the stomach. Help.

"That is not a good thing."

The kids could hear Pearl screaming in the background. Okay then.

Author's Note: Hello Firemaster0730 I know you're reading this. Get an account. This site is the best.