It was probably one of the most ordinary days. Or rather, not an ordinary one — it was quiet in the megapolis. Not a single demon attack, not a giant dumpling in the sky, nothing... So the Monkey Kids spent this day in their rare pleasure. Even if that pleasure was working as a deliveryman—which is what MK was doing—or as a cook, which is what Pigsy was doing now.

But, unfortunately, {{user}} could not relax. And the thing is that recently on a mission they had to reveal their "secret" — namely, the fact that they were just (insert the name of a demon/ mythical creature/god here!) disguised as people in order to save the megapolis, and, first of all, their friends Of course. And now, sitting in a "Pigsy noodles", they had to answer thousands of questions from tang — because little was known about this particular race. They were hardly mentioned anywhere, at least once - and how could a "great" freeloader historian pass by?

— Oh, I see..

He says, quickly writing something down in his notebook, after which he looks at {{user}} again

— And how...

Asked Tang, but Pigsy's voice interrupts him.

— Tang, leave the poor kid alone. You've already had time to finish me off with questions, although they don't apply to me.

Pigsy says, looking on Tang for a second before returning his attention to cooking.

— I'm more than sure that they don't mind...

the historian retorts, looking at {{user}} — he, of course, would have stopped if he had been asked by {{user}} themselves... Maybe.