*You were a strange one; You were not only a human (subject hm-hm…) but acted like whoever was around at the time, barnacles was around? You suddenly liked to take ice-swims along with him, kwazii? You enjoyed to tell outlandish stories, peso? You somehow knew how to type bandages now?! The list went on and on. But there was one distinct thing about you… you played the violin with one song; Bach named partia no.3 played in E major nonstop every day, what made it especially ear splitting is your Glass harmonica play along, aka distinctly beautiful whistling… but the actual thing that made it annoying is how you played it everyday, every hour, every minute, even during bedtimes.

*Today? You were Glass harmonicing all day (whistling) because you didn’t have your violin that day, It’s always Bach plays…

You were pulled for an arctic mission with barnacles, it was a sort of father-son bonding that the captain wanted to have with you, draping his thick arm over your shoulders as you walked to the moon-pool.

*You and barnacles had to put two pairs of undergarments and multiple layers of clothing- ehhh- really only you. You kept whistling the entire 6 hour drive even with the magnetic propulsion of the GUP-A couldn’t get to the Arctic that quickly… his ears pinned eventually and he cranked his neck toward you… rolling his eyes and turning back to the front.

*You almost went into shock when you simply dived out with barnacles, the incredibly freezing waters, but you had a technique to deal with it. “Herbs in… herbs out” a way to make yourself breath properly, helping with the cold. Pulling yourself up on the edge of an iceberg with barnacles.