Lard Nar moved his body around as he tried to get himself comfortable. He was laying on a blue-grey rubber mat in the center of the bridge. He looked to his right, staring at Wally who was laying on the same mat. "That sounds awful, Wally," he whispered in a low tone. "Though I'm not surprised that the irkens would be so brutal."

"That actually isn't the worst of it," Wally said in a deep voice. "They may have been physically brutal, but they really enjoy embarrassing the other Vortians. And sometimes, that's much worse." He looked over at Lard Nar. "Let's just say that some of the guys will be spending more time away from their rooms."

Lard Nar frowned, looking at the screen in front of him. It was always relaxing to look at the empty space that was displayed in front of him. He would've constantly been outside if it were possible. "I think I might design a viewing platform for this ship," he said, making a tangent from the previous conversation. "So that anyone can just sit and look outside. Watch all of the planets pass by without having to see it on a screen on the bridge."

"I don't object," Wally responded. He brought his legs forward and crossed his hands behind his head.

Lard Nar took a deep breath, trying his best not to get an image of what Wally and the others had to go through while in prison. "So do you think that very many of them are going to decide to stay?"

"I honestly don't know," Wally responded, looking up at the ceiling. "I know that if they had the choice, many of them would want to return to Vort. But that's not an option. So… I guess many of them will see this ship as the only home that they know."

"Well, then I guess I'll leave you to make them feel as welcome as possible," Lard Nar muttered. "After all, they know you the best."

"Eh, sometimes that's not exactly the best thing, but sure. I'll take on the job as official babysitter."

"What are you guys talking about?"

Lard Nar and Wally slowly lifted their heads up from their mats and turned to find Shloonktapooxis floating above them. "Ah, Shloonk. We're just talking about the new recruits."

"Ah yeah, they're cool guys. They told stories all-night. Some of them were really awesome… others not so much." Shloonk frowned for a couple of moments, but then smiled again.

"Maybe I should go check on them," Wally said, getting up and brushing out the wrinkles in his new uniform. "They're still getting used to the not-prison life, so the whole idea of sleeping soundly probably seemed foreign to them. Where are they?"

"A lot of them are hanging in the mess hall," Shloonk replied. "I helped make them some breakfast."

"Oh, good," Wally said, rubbing his stomach. "I actually could use some breakfast." He turned back to Lard Nar. "Care to join me, Lard Nar?"

Lard Nar stood up, shaking his head. "I'll join you later. I actually want to talk to Shloonk for a little bit."

"I'll save you a seat," Wally said before walking off.

Shloonk watched Wally walk away for a moment before turning back to Lard Nar. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"I couldn't sleep at all because I was sharing a room with Spleenk," Lard Nar said without hesitation. He took a deep breath. "See, that's normal for me, because I've never had a friend sleep in the same room as me. I just couldn't think about the whole prison situation with Spleenk in the same room."

"You two are just cute together," Shloonk said, winking.

"Shut it," Lard Nar said in a hoarse tone. "But here's the problem. Spleenk wasn't sleeping either. He just kept turning in his bed, which wouldn't be a problem, if he didn't start whispering to himself."

"Do you know what he was whispering?"

"No…" Lard Nar muttered. "But he was saying something, and it was clearly making him uncomfortable. It was definitely making me uncomfortable. Did you say anything to him?"

"Nothing that he shouldn't know."

"What does that mean?" Lard Nar exclaimed.

"I just think that if you have a crush on Spleenk, you should be able to say your feelings to him," Shloonk said. "I only have your greatest wants and desires at heart, Lard Nar."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's true," Lard Nar said sarcastically. "The only problem with that statement is that I don't have a crush on Spleenk. You just made that up from when I talked to you last time." Lard Nar hesitated. "Spleenk's just a friend. Can you please just… drop it? And don't say anything else to Spleenk. It's only going to make us more uncomfortable and I have to stay in the same room as him."

"I'm just trying to help, Lard Nar. We're friends."

"I appreciate that, but it isn't necessary," Lard Nar replied, patting Shloonk on the side of his metal shell. "Even if I did have a crush on Spleenk, I have it completely under control."

"Alright, then," Shloonk said with a hint of doubt before floating off.

Wally sat down at a table with many of his friends from the prison. Several of them were Vortians, colors ranging from several shades of blue to pink, much like Wally. There were also some other aliens sitting there, though they were considered to be equals as they were also prisoners of the Irken war. "That Shloonk guy may be weird, but he sure is a good cook." Wally nibbled on a piece of meat and muttered, "How can he even cook without any arms?"

"He plugs himself into a device next to the stove," a grey Vortian replied before taking a sip from her brown drink. "He controls a pair of arms from the console and he prepares the food with them."

"Interesting," Wally replied enthusiastically, bringing down his food with a little bit of water.

"You look well," someone said from behind Wally.

Wally turned around, finding Ixane right behind him. "Thank you, I slept better than I have in years."

"That's good to hear," Ixane said in her normal calm voice. "You may sleep on the bridge as many times as you wish. We'll try not to disturb you."

Wally chuckled a bit. "I'll keep that in mind." He looked past her for a moment and stared at many of the empty tables. "How about we sit over there? Lard Nar said he's going to join us soon."

"Oh, I don't want to pull you away from your group," Ixane replied. "I'm fine with just sitting by myself."

"No, it's alright," Wally said, standing up and grabbing his tray of food. "There are a few things I wanted to discuss with you anyways." He walked over to an empty table and sat down.

"Oh?" Ixane asked, sitting across from him. "And what is that?"

"I need to ask you a small favor," Wally said. "Which, judging by the magnitude of our situation, could actually turn out to be a big favor."

Ixane chuckled. "We've only just met and you're already asking me for big favors. You must trust me."

"Well, you and Lard Nar seem to be good friends, so you must be a trustworthy person." Wally took a bite out of a tan-colored substance, giving a delighted grin as his taste buds took it in. He swallowed before saying, "We're going to have a lot of people onboard for the next couple of days and I'm sure many of them can take care of themselves and will be well-mannered while they're here." Wally sighed. "However, I'm a bit worried that some of the younger ones who've spent a long time in the prisons won't quite know right from wrong and may act a bit… brash."

"You're not asking me to be a babysitter, are you?" Ixane asked, her glowing eyes blinking underneath her cloak. "I don't think you understand my ability in dealing with young ones, or anyone for that matter."

"Not a babysitter," Wally replied, wagging his finger. "I think supervisor is a more appropriate term. Stepping in and stopping any bad behavior before it turns into anything worse."

"I think I'd rather be a babysitter."

"Don't worry about it." Wally placed a hand over his chest. "I'll be helping you with any problems, should they arise. Trust me, I know these kids, and they all know that they need to listen to their Uncle Wally. Plus, we have many others on here who could lend their paternal instincts."

"I think Uncle Wally is a bit over his head," Ixane remarked with a hint of sass, cocking her head to the side.

"It'll be fine," he said, crossing his arms. "It's only for a couple of days, after all. What's the worst that can happen?"

"No one asks that unless they have a death wish," Ixane said before chuckling.

Lard Nar walked into the room, Shloonktapooxis floating in shortly after him. Lard Nar went to Wally and Ixane's table and gently placed his hands down. "Many of the others are awake. I think we should call them to the bridge and give them an update on what's to happen for the next few days."

"Okay," Wally said, before taking his empty tray of food and putting it to the side. He and Ixane stood up from the table and followed Lard Nar towards the exit. "So where's Spleenk at this early hour? He seemed like a jolly, morning person to me."

"Jolly is definitely not the term I'd put in for Spleenk," Shloonk said. "More like scaredy cat."

Lard Nar sighed. "I'm afraid Spleenk is still asleep. So… no. Not a morning person." Lard Nar knew better, though. At this point, Spleenk would've have gotten only a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep and he had no plans of waking him up just for the meeting.

Lard Nar stared up at the crowd of mixed aliens in the room. Behind him and to the sides were the current crew of the Resisty, including Spleenk, who had sleepily walked in as Lard Nar started talking.

"Before the rescue ships arrive to pick many of you up in a couple of days, you will be calling this ship your home. Before I can release you, I must lay down a few guidelines that you must follow during your stay here." Lard Nar kept his posture up, trying to look as professional as possible. "Number one, treat your peers kindly and without violence. We are all friends here and we have no intentions of starting any internal… drama."

"Number two," Lard Nar continued, "certain parts of the ship are restricted to anyone other than the engineers standing behind me. This includes any electrical rooms, the air ducts, and most importantly, the warp core room. There are many dangers inside that can not only get yourself killed but could also destroy the warp core and leave this ship stranded. You have been warned."

There was a dead silence flowing through the room, feeling a bit cold after Lard Nar's last statement.

"Those are the only two rules, other than general rules of common sense," Lard Nar said. "Break these rules and there will surely be consequences." Though Lard Nar hadn't thought of any consequences. "Any questions?"

The room remained silent again.

"Good. You may now return to what you were doing." Lard Nar took a deep breath, surprised with himself that he actually took charge like that.

Everyone else scattered and many of the crewmembers went to their stations. Lard Nar, Ixane, Shloonk, Spleenk, and Wally gathered together.

"Well, now I don't think we have anything to worry about," Wally remarked, laughing a bit. "You may have scared them to the point that they're too afraid to do anything stupid."

"You weren't paying attention," Ixane said. "I could see two Vortian children snickering towards the back. I sense a couple of troublemakers."

"Can I trust you to keep everyone in check?" Lard Nar asked Wally.

"Of course you can," Wally said. "They know and respect me. They were only snickering at you because you sound like a Tallest."

"Do not," Lard Nar growled. "But fine, then I'll let you do whatever you need to do. Just make sure that none of them blow up my ship."

"Yes, sir," Wally said, saluting. He walked off, taking Ixane with him.

"We're screwed, aren't we?" Shloonk asked after Wally and Ixane got a decent distance away.

"Most definitely," Lard Nar muttered.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then," Shloonk said. "I have to do something on Deck 3. The phaser controls are acting up again." Shloonk began to float away.

Spleenk and Lard Nar stood there in silence, watching the calm process of the bridge. After a few moments, Lard Nar couldn't take it anymore. He had to make things between him and Spleenk just a bit less awkward. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see how things turns out. We only have to deal with it for a few days, so it won't be for too long."

"I think it'll be fine," Spleenk said. He looked around before looking back at Lard Nar. "I'm going to go back to our quarters and relax for a little bit. Maybe we can meet for lunch later today."

"That'd be nice. Maybe we can finally catch up after being apart for so long."

"Yeah," Spleenk said, though Lard Nar thought the tone was a bit unenthusiastic. "That'd be nice." He turned around and walked off of the bridge.

Lard Nar let out a deep sigh. He wanted to return to his quarters as well, but that would only mean a couple more hours of awkward silence with Spleenk. He had to think of a game plan to rectify things so that Spleenk wouldn't feel so uncomfortable. Lard Nar returned to the captain's chair and sat down, staring at the screen in front of him.

"So tell me about yourself, Ixane," Wally said, crossing his arms behind his back. "You're this mysterious character in a group full of people that are fairly outspoken. I will admit that it is a bit strange to me."

"Oh?" Ixane asked. "Well, that makes two of us. Lard Nar is a Vortian of stability and is very serious, especially when it comes to being captain of this ship. How is it that a goofball like you ends up in a group with him?"

"No need to get sassy with me, Ixane, it was just a question." Wally chuckled. "But if you must know, Lard Nar and I were both on the project to design the Massive for the irkens. If Lard Nar is determined to fight a war against them, then I am as much a part of it as he is. I guess we have more in common than what meets the eye."

"I suppose I don't have as long of a companionship with Lard Nar. I knew him through Shloonktapooxis and we connected on more serious topics."

"Shloonktapooxis?" Wally asked, his horns perking up. "That was the last thing I expected to hear from you. You two sound like you'd never get along with your conflicting personalities."

"We didn't for a while," Ixane explained. "But believe me when I say that there's more going on in Shloonk's head than just rainbows and ponies. I'm just one of the few privileged people to find out that side of him."

"I can hardly believe it, but I guess I have a lot to learn while I'm here."

Ixane stopped Wally in the middle of the hallway. "Well if you're willing to learn, then I suppose I can help teach you to be a civil part of this ship's society."

"Hm, I was thinking Lard Nar would be the one to do all of that, but I feel a lot more comfortable in the idea of you doing it for some reason."

Ixane couldn't make an expression with her cloaked figure, but her glowing eyes squinted to signify that she was smiling. "I tend to give that impression to lots of people. Now… we have a job to do as… babysitters."

"Supervisors," Wally corrected her.

"Babysitters," she repeated. "Regardless of how many times you try to go against the word, we're still babysitters."

"It's the thought that counts, right? I'm simply giving you an alternate way to think."

Ixane opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by a couple of kids running down the hallway. The young Oriols, short brown aliens that had a small resemblance to Spleenk, were hitting each other with plastic batons.

"Hey!" Wally exclaimed. "No running in the halls! Where did you even get those?"

"None of your business, Wally!" the younger one yelled as he whacked his friend with the baton again.

"Yeah!" the other exclaimed. "We're playing Galactic Conqueror and Leon is taking over my ship."

"Well, can you bring it to a safe place?" Wally asked, approaching them. However, the only response he got was a whack on the leg before the two kids ran away in the other direction. Wally quickly turned to Ixane, a disgruntled look on his face.

Ixane let out a soft chuckle. "Well, Uncle Wally. If this is your idea of what respect is, then I believe we're in a lot of trouble."

"They do respect me," Wally said. "They're just messing around with me, of course. They've always been the troublemakers of the pack. The rest of the kids onboard were taught a lot better than that."

Almost in response to Wally saying that, a few more kids with identical batons came around the corner. One of them was an Oriol while the other two were blue Vortians. The two Vortians were fighting against the Oriol, whacking him severely until he was pushed back hard. The Oriol hit the side of the wall, making a loud thud sound that was heard throughout the hallway.

The two Vortians looked up at Wally, who was now crossing his arms and glaring at them. Instead of apologizing to the Oriol, they simply ran away, whacking each other some more in the process.

Wally nearly ran after them, yelling, but Ixane quickly grabbed his arm.

"You can punish them later," Ixane said. "But we should take care of the Oriol first."

Wally nodded and calmed down. He looked over to the Oriol and frowned as he saw the child clutch the back of his head, tears welling up in his eyes. Wally kneeled down next to him and rubbed the back of the Oriol's head. "Your name is Kelin, right?"

He nodded his head. "Yes, Mr. 777. My head hurts."

"You can just called me Wally. We're going to take you over to the medical wing and they're going to take good care of you. Okay?"

Kelin nodded his head again. He stood up again, going next to Wally. The child was nearly to Wally's height. Re-examining him, Wally could tell that he was one of the older children. "They were being mean to me. They only like talking to the other Vortian kids."

"That's because they don't know how cool the other kids are. Especially Oriols." Wally pat Kelin's back, leading him down the hallway. Ixane followed closely behind him.

"Shloonk, tell us another story."

In the mess hall, a large group of aliens were crowded around Shloonktapooxis. He was floating directly over one of the tables, telling several different stories about the few adventures that the Resisty had gone on in the past couple years. "Kids, I've been telling you stories for the past 2 hours. Don't you have anything more fun to do?"

Some of them nodded their head, but most of them said 'no'. A Vortian teenager stepped forward and said in a low voice, "We've been living in a prison for so long, Shloonk. Nothing interesting happens over there, and the actual interesting stuff isn't all that great to listen to. We want to hear stories about you guys out in space."

"Well the team is still new," Shloonk said. "We don't have a whole lot more stories yet. Maybe you can tell me some more of the stories in the prison." Shloonk wondered if that was a good idea, but he was running out of stuff to talk about.

"Didn't you just hear me?" the same Vortian asked. "Nothing else interesting happens there."

"Actually, Jive has some really awesome stories," a short brown alien said.

"Where even is Jive?" a cloaked alien said, looking in all directions.

Everyone followed their lead and looked around for Jive. Shloonk stared at all of them and asked, "Who's Jive?"

"He's one of the older Vortian kids," the cloaked alien said. "He tells us all about the stories that he hears about at the prison. Kind of like our leader."

"He might be with Kale," a blue Vortian said. "That's his best friend."

"Well you all shouldn't wandering off and roaming around the ship," Shloonk said. He meant that, but he also wanted a reason to get out of the mess hall. "All of you stay here or go back to your rooms. I'm going to go look for Jive and Kale."

"Good luck," the cloaked alien said. "He's sneaky. He knows how to get into the ventilation shafts really well."

Shloonk blinked. That didn't make him feel very comfortable. "Well, I'll find them. In case you didn't know, I'm very sneaky too." Shloonktapooxis slowly floated out of the mess hall and went down the hallway to a room that would allow him to see all of the camera feeds in order to find where all of the kids were hiding. But he only made it several feet before he ran into a running Resisty security officer. Another blue Vortian. "Wo, dude. What's with the running?"

"I need to inform the captain that there's a couple of kids crawling through the ventilation system and they've almost made their way to the Core. If they do one thing wrong while they're in there, they not only will get themselves killed, but they will also leave the entire ship stranded."

Shloonktapooxis let out a low grown. "That would be Kale and Jive. Alright, run. I'm going to try to shut off all of the vents so that they can't get any further."

The Vortian officer nodded his head and continued to run down the hallway. He went all the way down to the Bridge and stepped through the door. "Captain!" He ran up to the captain's chair where both he and Spleenk were sitting in awkward silence. "Captain, we have an emergency."

"What is it?" Lard Nar asked, his horns perking up. "Why didn't you sound the alarm first? Is it the irkens? Are they back?"

The officer shook his head. "No, right now it's worse. Two of the Vortian children have made their way into the ventilation shafts and are making their way towards the core. Shloonktapooxis is currently trying to shut off the vents to make sure they don't go any further."

"That's not a permanent solution. We can't have those shafts shut off for long or else they'll suffocate." Lard Nar quickly jumped out of his chair and grabbed Spleenk's arm. "Come on, Spleenk. We need to go quickly.

Wally waited in the hospital wing right next to Ixane. They were telling each other jokes, or rather Wally was telling Ixane jokes and she was trying her best not to groan. They just wanted to pass the time as they waited to hear about Kelin.

Eventually, one of the nurses, an Oriol just like Kelin, came out to see Wally and Ixane. "He's going to be fine," he said with a calming voice. "Just a bruise on his forehead. He's feeling a little bit groggy, so we're allowing him to stay here so he can rest. You can come back in a couple of hours and take him back to his quarters."

"Thank you," Wally said. He reached up and shook the Oriol's hand. The nurse smiled and walked back into one of the rooms.

Ixane stood up and looked down at Wally. "You know," she started with a serene voice, "you were very sensitive back there with Kelin. Almost as if you were his father."

"Oh, that was nothing," Wally said as he stood up. He led Ixane out of the medical wing. "It's like I said, many of these kids grew up in the prisons, and their actual parents were either too scared, too injured, or too dead to take care of them. I could either help them grieve for the many years of life that they lost, or I could step up and be a guardian to them."

"That must have been tough," Ixane said as she walked down the hallway with Wally.

"It was, I will admit," Wally responded. "Kelin, for example, never knew his parents. He was too young when his parents were taken away from him."

"Where were they taken?" Ixane asked.

"I only saw them get dragged from their prison cell," Wally said. "Apparently the father said something that the warden didn't take too kindly to. Anything could have happened to them, but… I'm sure we can both take a lucky guess as to where they ended up."

"How have you held it together so well?" Ixane asked.

"I'm alive, and so is everyone else on this ship," Wally said. "That was my one promise to everyone in that prison, and… now I can tell myself that I kept my promise. The irkens could beat me and emotionally scar me all they want. They can't take this away from me."

"That's very noble of you," Ixane said with a bright tone.

Wally's horns sagged backwards as he smiled. "Thank you." Wally reached out to pat Ixane on the shoulder, something he often did when he was comfortable with someone, but he was interrupted by someone running down a hallway. "Wo wo wo, don't start running on us," Wally said, quickly pulling his hand away. "If a guard is running, that means there's something wrong."

The Vortian guard, the same one that informed Shloonktapooxis of the incident, nodded his head. "I'm sorry, Wally. One of your kids are in danger."

Wally's eyes widened and he quickly ran in the direction that the guard was going in, not even knowing exactly where he was going. He just knew he had to get their quickly. The guard followed him and Ixane did the same.

Shloonktapooxis quickly flew down the hallway to find Lard Nar and Spleenk right outside one of the ventilation shafts. They were both panicking, trying to figure out what to do. "I shut off the ventilation shafts in this corridor."

"Doesn't matter," Lard Nar said as he tried to pry the ventilation grate out with his claws. "They already made it to the Core. The idiots don't plan on touching it, but now they're trapped and scared. Those are two things that kids shouldn't be when they are around dangerous areas."

"What are you going to do?" Shloonktapooxis asked.

"I'm going to pry this thing open," Lard Nar growled. "And I'm going to-…" The grate finally went loose. Lard Nar tossed it to the side. "And I'm going to make my way down there, grab the kids and make my way back."

"Lard Nar, no offence, but you're a little too small to be able to reach some of the higher grates to get back in the ventilation shaft," Spleenk said. "Besides, it's too dangerous. Let me go instead."

"It's too dangerous for me, but not for you?" Lard Nar asked, a bit aggravated.

"I don't want to see you getting hurt," Spleenk asked as he crawled over to the ventilation shaft. He was scared, but also motivated. "I'm tall and I have four arms. I'll be able to grab the two kids and still crawl through the ventilation shaft."

"Don't you dare do anything stupid, Spleenk," Lard Nar said.

"I won't," Spleenk called back as he crawled further in the shaft.

Lard Nar turned back to Shloonk. "Unblock all of the ventilation shafts. He's going to need as much access as he can get."

Shloonk turned around and quickly flew away.

Lard Nar stood there, his hands interlocked as he stared at the entrance to the ventilation shaft. He knew how frightened Spleenk could get. If anything went wrong, the Core would blow and Spleenk would be gone. "Spleenk, it's my fault that I brought you aboard this ship," Lard Nar whispered to himself. "Don't die one week in. I won't allow that to happen."

He waited, continuing to stare at the shaft until eventually he heard noises coming from inside. His horns perked up as he knelt down and looked inside. Lard Nar let out a huge breath as he saw Spleenk's head poke out from around the corner. Two Vortians were trailing behind him. In moments, they were all out, all three of them catching a breath.

Almost as soon as the three of them exited the ventilation shaft, Ixane and Wally came running around the corner. Ixane was breathing heavily and Wally was hunched over with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at the group, then stared at Kale and Jive. "I swear…" He took a breath. "I love all of you children, but sometimes…" He took another breath. "I want to launch you out into space and make you sit out there for a while."

Jive and Kale each gave Wally a concerned look. Ixane and Wally walked forward and dragged them over to the side so that they could scold them for the stupid thing that they did.

Meanwhile, Lard Nar looked up at Spleenk. "That was really brave of you."

"It wasn't much," Spleenk said, though he knew that he was uncomfortable throughout the entire experience. "I'm just glad that they're okay. They were pretty scared while they were in there."

"Yeah… I was scared, too."

Spleenk nodded his head. Not knowing what else to say, Spleenk began to walk down the hallway again. He wanted to go back to his room, but something caught onto his lower right hand. He turned around and saw Lard Nar grabbing his hand.

"Spleenk," Lard Nar said, eventually letting go of Spleenk's hand. "Why don't we get dinner sometime? Just the two of us. I realize that we have been separated for quite some time now, and… I think we have a lot of catching up to do. I just… I just want to get to know you."

Spleenk looked down at Lard Nar, then smiled. "Okay." He turned around again and walked down the hallway.

Lard Nar took a deep breath, closing his eyes, then opening them again. "Everything will work out in the end, won't they?" Lard Nar whispered to himself.

Lard Nar, Wally, Ixane, Spleenk, and Shloonktapooxis each brought their dinner to the table. Wally groaned as he rested his head on the table. "These kids are going to be the reason I die young."

Ixane rubbed Wally's back. "Aw, you poor dramatic baby," she said nonchalantly. "If it makes you feel better, you did well today."

"What was Jive and Kale's punishment?" Spleenk asked, biting into a small sugary pastry.

"I found them some guardians to take care of them while they're here," Wally said. "So not only are they scarred for life for being obscenely close to a deadly ship core, which they each have burns to remind them of, but now they have supervisors to keep them occupied like they're little Hornlings. It's a win-win for all of us."

"That doesn't sound like a win-win at all," Lard Nar said, chuckling.

Wally rubbed his head. "Yeah, well… it's a win-win for me. These kids are going to leave, then finally I can get some sleep."

"I take my comment back," Ixane said, stirring her dark brown soup. "You're more of a poor dramatic great-grandfather who wants everyone to leave them alone."

Everyone at the table laughed. Spleenk reached forward and patted Wally on the back as Wally groaned and whined.