The next day, early in the morning.
Russell woke up from bed and, for no particular reason, burst into loud laughter, connecting mentally with Polly, "Last night, we did something big, hahahahaha!"
"It indeed was interesting," Polly, who needed less sleep than Russell and had woken up earlier, replied, "To think we actually took a bite out of Snow Giant Da, just the thought of it is amusing. It not only helps Ice Cream grow but also serves as revenge."
"This is far from revenge, we'll only count it as real vengeance when we manage to eat the entire Snow Giant Da!"
Just thinking about how Snow Giant Da had crushed him to bits.
Russell quivered all over, despite being someone who had died once, he felt nothing when a garbage truck had run over him.
It was only when he was crushed by Snow Giant Da that he truly felt the fear of death.
"Right," Polly responded, "But it won't be easy to take another bite out of Snow Giant Da next time."