"Guess."
"Guess whether I'll guess."
"Guess whether I'll guess you'll guess."
The two brothers were bickering when Cucumber Slice appeared behind them.
Cucumber Slice first glanced at the live stream, then pressed down on the brothers' shoulders, interrupting their tongue twisters, and said:
"Stop. Listen to me. I just accepted a task and need you two to deliberate over it."
"What task?" Winter Melon and Kelp asked from their office chairs, looking up.
Cucumber Slice crossed his arms, a contemplative look in his eyes:
"This task is strange. It requires me to follow the fleet to the vicinity of Black Hole Magic Academy and execute an escort mission."
"Huh?"
"Going to Black Hole Magic Academy at this time? Aren't you afraid of disconnection?"
The brothers were somewhat skeptical, slapping their foreheads and saying one after another:
"Right, does the Angel Enterprise Alliance's NPCs know when we're disconnected?"