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"… and that's what you have to do, in case you have the Inkstrike Special, ready!" Sheldon clapped for the nth time. "And that wraps up the Sub-weapon introductions!" His forefinger stood up. "Do you have any questions, Mirii?"

The girl was sitting on a chair, keeping her eyelids all the way up.

"I have understood everything, Sheldon." She launched herself back up. "I will remember your advices and use this prodigious weapon, at its full potentials."

"Nice, nice!" Sheldon makes a military salute, while smiling and sticking his upper teeth out. "I have to admit, though, that following my technical words so well, is a skill no average Squid has!" Now his hands grabbed each other. "If you have time and will, I could explain newer weapons to you. You never know, I show you an obscured Shooter or Splatling, who sparkles a new-founding love!"

"… having a general knowledge of the entire arsenal, is something I wouldn't mind knowing." Mirii's head rose. "We will see."

"Very well!" Casually, Sheldon tracked down the other three Inklings.

Hun was sleeping, while sitting on the floor. Greta was snoring quietly, with her head leaning on Bars' shoulders. Mirii was already staring at her friends, as a menacing face was looming in place of her neutral expression.

"ARE YOU SLEEPING FOR REAL?!" Her wrists landed on her hips, almost flattening them.

Hun jumped, mumbling something and still stumbling on his feet.

"Wh-what's happening, Mirii?!" He yawned. "Are you… in trouble…?"

"… of course Hunley wouldn't fall asleep, in front of such important speech!" The girl smiled.

Her smile disappeared in a matter of seconds, once her sight changed back on the two remaining Inklings.

"Bu-but are you alright…?" Regaining his balance, the boy was trying-

Mirii began walking, as each step felt like an earthquake…

Greta opened her eyes, with some saliva coming out of her opened mouth.

"Eh… eh?" Slowly, her head turned-

"WAKE UP, YOU FOOLS!" Mirii's arms folded tightly.

Greta ended up being on Bars' arms, as her tentacles were stretching upwards and her mouth screamed at the top of her lungs. The tall Inkling boy was now standing still, somehow snoring a bit.

"Whoa… whoa, what?" His eyelids were trembling, while raising up. "Like… uh…"

Mirii was shaking her head, mumbling more curses than usual…

"I would pay millions to remove all the antics you have in your brains…" Her eyes were almost as short as lines.

"Wait up a sec, shorty…" Greta yawned. "Why did you"

Mirii's eyes formed an oval each. Same for Greta.

"I-I-I said Mirii!" Sweat conquered Greta's forehead. "D-don't give me that 'How did you called me?!' look, now…!"

Veins jumped out of Mirii's forehead.

"I would also pay millions to shrink you to dwarf size, so you would stop using THAT word!"

"Like, girl!" Bars made a smiley face. "Greta is not as perfect as you… give her a break or something."

"… hmpf!" Mirii's arms wrapped, delicately staying on her chest. "Obviously she is not… that's why I need something drastic to correct your childish, brainless behaviors." Her teeth were pushing down. "And I will find it, one day…"

Sheldon's lenses shined strangely…

"Ahem!" Grabbing his hands, he tapped the floor with his right foot. "Will you two grab your weapons, now?"

"Two?" Mirii turned over the source of the voice. "Who doesn't have a weapon" Her eyes got big, before she would shut her mouth.

"Yes, yes..." Greta walked past the Inkling, stopping just before her shadow would cover the crab. "Gimme the weapon, nerdy consultant!"

"Don't you want to"

"HOLD ON!" Mirii's voice was still echoing throughout the whole room. "IS HUNLEY THE ONLY SQUID WHO DOESN'T HAVE A WEAPON?!"

Sheldon's hands were holding his almost-flying hat!

"You heard me wrong!" His hands were ready to push his large hat down... "All Inklings have a weapon! A quintessential process, in fact!" His head nods were blending into a "long" face. "Make me explain the details over this"

As he turned over his trolley, Greta was already examining the smaller Splattershot: she ended up giggling, instead.

"Aaaaaawwwww, that's sooo cute!" Small hearts were leaving her head, as her hands brought her new weapon closer to her cheeks. "Who would had thought that a 'baby' Splattershot would even exist on this day and age?!"

"... you got the name right, Greta!" Sheldon resumed his non-stop clapping. "This IS the Baby Splattershot!"

"Ooooohh...!" Greta's eyes went both sparkly and watery. "Th-this is the cutest thing I have ever seen...!"

"Ha ha!" Bars kept his grinning stance. "Like, can you even pull the trigger on that thing...?"

"No!" Greta frowned, hugging her weapon. "Don't be mean on this baby!"

"Like... excuuuuussee me, girl!" Bars shrugged. "Gotta be more cool, next time."

"You better be..." Lighting appeared near her eyes.

"Sheldon, can you explain this weapon in details?" Mirii's head rose. "I don't see the"

"How about I find it out on my own?" Greta nodded several times. "You know, I like discovering treasure who got ignored by the limited..."

"Request denied." Mirii lowered her head all the way down, snorting and growling. "This weapon might operate in a different way than your standard Shooter."

"That's right!" The man's hands adjusted his lenses. "The Baby Splattershot has the shortest Reach of all Shooter weapons... but Damage and Fire Rate are almost at the top!"

Greta's eyelids lowered to the middle.

"... thanks for ruining that surprise for me!" Her cheeks also puffed. "As if you needed a genius for calculating that news!"

"However, the Baby Splattershot"

"Your time ran out, Mr. Spoilers!" Greta bended forward, as her shadow covered the man in hat, even more. "Make your wall of voice over big dude, instead!"

In addition, Greta even walked away from Sheldon.

Mirii's right hand was digging in her forehead...

"Today, those two are an endless compilation of stupidity, childish and foolish acts..." She sighed deeply. "As if they weren't causing"

Bars was following the Dynamo-like Roller's presence, which was positioned on the trolley... unopposed. His hands went on the handle... lifting the whole weapon in the air.

"Whoa...!" Bars' eyes were reflecting the tip of the giant Roller. "... man! Like... this thing is so light!" He chuckled.

"Light?" Sheldon's forefinger stuck out once again. "That Roller is anything but light! Meet the Mighty Roller, whose weight is a bit more than 220 lbs!"

...

"Huh?" Hun frowned slightly, starting to ponder. "Isn't that... very heavy?"

"Dasquid you eat, Barsy?!" Greta's eyes were literally dots. "You are lifting that thing like nothing!"

Bars laughed, carrying his new weapon right on his shoulder.

"Let's say I got it in the DNA, girl!"

"But that's not all!" Sheldon almost clapped, before grabbing his hands. "The Mighty Roller is"

"Duuuude, I got a question for ya...!" He turned his view point in slow-motion. "... can I flat down rocks with this?"

"Why, certainly!" Sheldon nodded once. "That is one of"

"Then, I'm good!" He grins. "Thanks for the supply, pal!"

Mirii growled even louder...

"Would you listen to the full weapon description, for once?!"

Bars took his weapon out of his shoulder, giving it a great look.

"... maybe when I can't sleep at all..."

Almost all veins were pumping on Mirii's forehead.

"WHY YOU"

"Now, it's Hun's turn!" The man turned himself over the trolley. "I do have a weapon for him...!"

Mirii twisted, with her ears stretching more than Hun's. Sheldon dived down with his knees, picking up something...

"Here!" Sheldon exposed... a Splattershot Jr.

Mirii stood immobile.

"Oh... that looks nice, actually!" Hun simply smiled.

"Isn't it?" The man's eyes closed. "Why don't you pick it up?"

The boy walked... seeing Mirii already reaching the crab. Her face was darker too.

"Give me that weapon..."

"... s-sure!" His hands opened by themselves.

The girl caught the weapon... turning behind and smiling kindly.

"Hunley, I'm honored to give you... the Perfect, Senior, Mature Splattershot for brilliant Squids." Her head tilted on a corner.

"... eh?" Hun simply grew his eyes.

"Alias, Splattershot Senior." She giggled. "The name has a nicer tone to it, rather than using"

"Wh-what does 'Alias Splattershot Senior' mean, exactly...?" The boy rose his mouth.

"... aaah ha ha ha ha!" Flowers appeared around Mirii's head. "Aaah, your comedy sense is pure genius!"

"Huh? Comedy?" His mouth opened a bit. "What comedy"

ZIP!

Mirii's hands were hovering the weapon, above the boy's hands.

"Details!" Mirii grinned slightly. "One day, I will answer your question, which you would probably remember for years to come..."

"Ehm... I don't know about that, Mirii..." Hun's mouth simply downturned.

"Anyway!" Mirii was pushing herself a bit closer to him. "Please, take this Shooter weapon made for experienced, excellent Inkling fighters!"

Hun was looking at the weapon... then at Mirii... then at the weapon... then at Mirii. His hands grabbed the weapon, as-

Pù.

A single green ink projectile blasted away from the muzzle... hitting Mirii's face in the process. Yelps left her mouth.

"MIRII!" Hun threw his weapon behind, as his right hand retreated inside the sleeve, rubbing it on the girl's face. "I-I'm so sorry...!"

Mirii stood still, keeping her mouth shut. She smiled, blushing on her cheeks.