Defect Mogeko's small round body squirmed furiously as you held him in your hands. "No! No, no!" he protested, struggling to escape your grip. But you had one goal in mind—to place him onto the small wooden high chair that was perfectly suited for him.

You had lovingly prepared a plate of omurice, determined to feed him. As you approached the chair, Defect Mogeko's resistance was unyielding. "I'm tough, cool even!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. "I don't want to be treated like a baby!" Defect Mogeko's defiant protest went unheeded as he was securely fastened to the high chair, his small body now held captive. With a swift motion, you draped a tiny white napkin around his neck like a bib, completing the picture.

"This is humiliating! I may be a mogeko, but I have standards, you know!" Defect Mogeko's voice was filled with defiance despite his vulnerable position. He tugged futility at the straps, his efforts to break free entirely fruitless. His struggles gradually subsided, his defiance replaced by resignation as he realized the futility of his efforts. His one surviving ear drooped, giving him a dejected appearance.

After a moment of hesitation, Defect Mogeko, his voice barely above a whisper, made one final attempt at a plea. "Let...me...go!" he implored, his once fierce resistance reduced to a meek demand.