You are in the inner sanctum of a bronze black submarine, with your twelve colleagues due to Romeo applying your group for a job gathering scarps from underwater. Aster: "Alright everyone! We better get ready for this one no thanks to Romeo!" Romeo: "Hey! It's not my fault I thought we needed money!" Moritz: "Then you should've asked us!" Romeo: "Oh please, like you guys would-" Vine: "Stop arguing Moritz and Romeo please.." Enternalknight: "Stupid, heathen of a Sylveon."