Imagine Octoroo pulling you through the gap in order to present you to Master Xandred.
“Ooh ah, it’s good to be on board again.”
You wanted to ask your cephalopodan captor why he would be excited to be on a ship. While he and Dayu exchanged unpleasantries, you wondered why you were there.
“Sure, he’s mean to me, but that’s just boss being boss.”
This Octoroo is some sycophant.
“Silence, you fool!” thundered his master, ripping apart a cloth hung from the doorframe. Speak of the... demon? you wondered. What is he?
“I have a splitting headache this morning, so zip those lips unless you want to spend the rest of your life untying those noodles you call a face!”
Then Xandred spotted you. Between the yellow, glowing pupil-free eyes and bared teeth, you assumed your presence also infuriated him.
“Unzip those pants and part those lips. You’re going to provide relief for my headache.”
“Ooh ah ooh! I knew you’d like her!”