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"… turfin' darn it… not even the most melatonin-filled show is pushing those eyelids down…"
Greta's eyelids were lowered to the middle, as she was wearing her pajamas and lying on a bed, with her hands behind her neck. Her eyes were watching a flat TV screen showing a humanoid-like jellyfish chef who was spinning a wooden ladle inside an aluminum pot, which was sitting on a flat, black board.
"Hmm! It's comin' good!" A voice came from the TV's speakers.
"This guy is seriously cookin' something delicious… but when my stomach is in sleep mode, those shows are just… whatever." Her eyes closed. "Good thing I have this switch mode inside, otherwise I would look like a soccer ball!"
One of her hands escaped her neck, landing on her stomach and gently scratching on its surface.
"… no, not even talking about food is making me forget about that potential fun!" A stream of tears came out from her eyes, as her mouth waved. "Who knew that such cuckoo place had the most extremely fresh transformations at night?! I would have been a Happy Squid indeed!"
She sighed, flipping on her right side.
"Groan… maybe I should had told Barsy that Happy Squid Land happened to be some sort of nutcrackin' giant in the protein field. Turfin' dust I would see… and probably some extreme fun."
Her mouth downturned…
"Uuuuugggghh, that shorty is probably dancing with farm boy… and taking some nice drinks too! No, no, actually she IS trying new drinks, since Miss SoftyStomachy keeps on saying 'My stomach is full of perfection and wellness, thus only the most natural of the natural will be swallowed by my little, delicate mouth…' Phooey!"
Her face grimaces.
"Just look at me… a darn pile of ink who had to listen the words of ancient relics from the past! Them and their mind updated 52 years ago! They shouted strategies after strategies… but Squids do not care about superficiality anymore! They want… art. Authenticity. Quality."
She smiled a bit.
"Those so-called 'Predicting Squids' couldn't even calculate the surprising act I reserved for the meeting… their false teeth couldn't handle my artistic performance! A true, living character who just materialized in front of them… I felt so me during that time. This IS what Greta is at the end… when she doesn't think of anything related to 'fun'."
…
"… I was almost there…" Her mouth waved, as her fists clenched. "I was this close to forget about it… gguuuaaaaaahh, why that meeting had to be made today?! I snort at that! I snort it, I snort it!" Her feet hit the bed several times.
"Excuse me…"
Greta gasped loudly, as she immediately stood up on her bed and walked backwards. A little girl wearing a kimono and sporting long bangs that covers her eyes, jumped slightly while keeping her hands down.
"From which book you jumped from?!" The girl bended forward, expanding her eyes. "… more like, which tentacle-product are you using on those bangs?"
"Huh?" The little girl smiled a bit.
Greta waved her hand in front of the girl's face, as she waved her hand too. Greta's mouth flattened, as she lifted her posture.
"You can see me… through those thick bangs?!" She jumped backwards, landing on the floor and walking around the bed.
"Yes… so?" The little girl shrugged, as her head was tilting in the direction of Greta.
"What are those bangs?! Eyes?!" Her irises shrunk, stopping in front of her.
"Ha ha!" Her little head shook. "Of course not!"
Greta shrunk her mouth a bit…
"You didn't took me for a certain Mirii, are you?" She pushed her tentacle away, putting her hands on her hips. "She has your same size, except she's past her growing chances."
"You are Greta, right?" Her little mouth opened.
"I'm actually Gretolina Sleepolina, which is a Squid who's about to meet Mr. Sandman…" She yawned, covering her opened mouth with her hand and forming tears on her eyes. "Actually, Mr. Sandman is already giving me enough sand to see you tomor-"
"N-no, don't sleep just yet!" Her little hands clasped, as her mouth downturned. "Master Hun and that other mortal are in trouble!"
Greta stood perfectly still for a brief while…
"… give me a sec." She walked past the little girl. "I have some caffeine candies to consume…"
"Roooonnfff!"
Bars was lying on a large bed, while his arms were wide open, same for his mouth… except his eyes, which were completely shut. He was wearing a simple, short-sleeved white shirt and medium-sleeved pajama pants. The shirt in particular had a brown stain on its right side.
A smartphone was sitting on the bedside bed on the right, with its screen showing pitch-black… all the sudden, it lit visibly while playing music at the same time! The word 'Greta' was written on its top.
Bars flipped on his stomach, as he hugged a cushion. Then he covered his ears… then his hands pushed his back upwards, as his eyes opened just slightly.
"W… g… girl…" He turned his shoulders over the smartphone.
His right hand picked it up, swiping his thumb on the screen and carrying the device on his ear.
"Girl… like…"
Buckle up, Barsy! It's nocturnal operation time!
"… what operations…" He yawned loudly, as he landed on the bed with his back.
One that involves the lovesquids! They are drowning in the sea!
"… girl… I'm so tired…" His eyes closed. "Like… can you tell them… to sleep too or somethin'"
How can you expect them to sleep, when they have stinky turf right on their throat?! Wake the darn up, Barsy!
He yawned, stretching his arms and back before carrying back his smartphone near his ear.
"… can I sleep for just 5 minutes… or maybe 6…"
Not even half a second! We gotta slip inside Happy Squid Land and turn things right!
"Uh… … yawn…" He snored briefly.
… you still sleepin'? Good fine for you! You are missin' out the best protein food offered inside the complex.
"DID YOU JUST SAID PROTEIN FOOD?!" He lifted his back, opening his wide eyes.
You betcha I did, sleepy boy!
He grins widely.
"My stomach is ready!"