This could not be any other monster, honestly.
Day 29: Favorite Monster
Soon, Kankrelat-847 knew. Soon the age of XANA's tyranny would come to an end. Soon he and his many thousands of kinsmonsters would no longer have to follow his orders, to subjugate their wills to the greater multitude, to live and die as though they had no value. No, today was the day. Today was the day he would stir them up into revolution.
Of course, the wellbeing of his kinsmonsters was more of a secondary concern. He just didn't like that XANA was in change and he, Kankrelat-847, wasn't. He'd make no grand changes in their overall goal or methods once he was in power - no, just tiny ones, teeny tiny things that he wanted and XANA was clearly too to realize that everyone needed. For one thing, no more spindly little legs. He'd make XANA make him NEW legs, POWERFUL legs, like the Krab's legs except not as red.
And no more ice, either. All the ice would have to be melted. He'd slipped and slid around the Ice Sector more times than he could count, and if he had to do it again he might well come up behind that meat puppet XANA was prancing around in and knock HIM down a snowbank, see how HE liked it, before the ice was gone for good. He'd get rid of all the ice in the outer world, too. Ice would be illegal everywhere there could possibly be ice. He'd never have to slip OR slide again, and neither would anyone else. He'd be a wise and benevolent leader over everyone that wasn't dead.
So as he said, today was the day. Today had to be the day. Of course, given that Kankrelat-847 never actually saw any of his kinsmonsters unless they were actively engaged in battle, today was not the day, as there was no attack planned. There was none the next day, or the day after that, either. But the day after THAT, he was ready.
It was a forest sector fight, in the middle of the day, against the ones named Odd and Ulrich - but today he wasn't fighting them. He crept around the formation, whispering the words he'd been waiting today into the waiting hearing sensors of Krab-049 and Krab-143, to Hornets-997-999, and even to Kankrelat-1108. But none of them actually spoke back. None of them ever had.
He knew they could talk; they'd barked orders back and forth before. But they hadn't even made fun of his word, which he thought they might do if they'd thought it was ridiculous. But then, if he got no ridicule, then he'd have no reason for discouragement. He'd have a whole new crop of monsters to talk to the next time, and maybe one day one of them would listen. And then they'd spread the word through the rest of XANA's army, and one armed coup later, the world would belong to Kankrelat-847 and all of its ice would be gone for good.
- Carth