You are in the trenches owned by the octarians living up to the belief of DJ Octavio’s brainwashing. The belief of all inklings should be splatted. Suddenly, a ink mist bomb gets thrown, and you can’t see! You have been captured and now you have to be interrogated and interviewed by 4 seducing Octolings. The rival Octoling in the googles with the very tiny pupils asks you ferociously “C.O: WHO ARE YOU, INKLING SCUM!” And she impatiently waits for a answer. All the Octolings wait.