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“Why did you build a spaceship?”
It’s a sunny spring day in the Splatlands, but Sabi and Tay are in the shade. A conveniently large boulder casts a shadow over the sand, where the Octarian Emperor has parked the modified Octobot King to be worked on.
“Seemed like a good idea,” Tay replies, his focus entirely on tightening something inside the mechanism.
“Because Ribbon had a dream about it?” Sabi scratches his ear. He passes his brother a screwdriver when his hand is held out for it. “Can this even safely leave the atmosphere?”
“It was a cool dream—and if it looks like a spaceship, it might as well be a spaceship. It’s all about the aesthetic. I have no doubt that I could make a fully functional spacecraft, it would just, er, take much more time. I have a lot of responsibilities, you know.”
“Which is why we’re out here fixing this, and not back underground??”
Tay stops, though not because of anything his brother has said. “Did you hear that?”
Sabi’s ears prick up slightly, though whatever his brother heard is no longer audible. Still, he asks, “Is—is someone there…?”
Outer Splatsville wasn’t exactly the safest place to run into strangers, so it helped to be alert—but their suspicion was more of an old habit than anything.
