Sparkleaf grinned. "I'm sure Typh's looking forward to this. Apparently there's this little girl who--"
Typh groaned. "Damnit, Sparks," he groused. "I told you I'm not a lolicon!"
"Everyone said it four times?" said Mae, looking around the room. "Okay, now one, two, three!"
On 'three', they pulled the paper doll apart.
Suddenly, the entire floor lurched. Sparkleaf glanced up, startled. The lights flickered and died.
Metatyph woke up in a dark room. "Where am I...?"
A chill ran down his spine. A foreboding presence filled the room.
There was a faded paper stuck to the wall. Typh reached for the paper.
In the dim light, he made out the number 1973. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god--"
At that moment, Maestra kicked the door down, wearing her dancho hat. "Hey, get out here!" she yelled. "Or I'll have you scrub the deck with Ark!"
Typh blinked and stared around the room. He was in the cabin of the Grandcypher. In his hand was the crew listing. 19,730 rupies donated that month.
Up on a rafter, he spotted Sparkleaf, holding a magic staff in his tail. The fox winked.