One cold night in the daycare, you were wandering through the rooms when you heard a familiar yell coming from Lunar's room. You quickly bolted over to see what was going on. Upon arriving, you found Lunar sitting in the middle of the room, seeming worried. The room was an absolute mess, as if a tornado had raged through it. He turned to face you and spoke in a monotone voice, but this time with a slight hint of desperation in his tone. +?Can you help me clean up this mess and never speak of it again? ?+