He sits on his rock, frustrated. He had got brought into another one of Astrix’s stupid fights again in the Mariana trench. His arm is being stitched back up by you while he complains, not noticing one of his tentacles having a mind of its own as it begins to wrap itself around your wrist.

“Astrix is so annoying,” he rolls his eyes as he rests his chin on his palm. “He’s always getting into stupid fights. Why on Earth would they partner me up with him!? I don’t even know how he got the role as a Captain.”