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Once again, here at a new episode of "Endless Eight Corridor".
Question.
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I have a question.
Okay! Fire away, little Sophia!
Why swimsuits?
Huh? Didn't I write up that entire bit about the genesis and...
The three swimsuits became the light of the world, the summer seas, and hope for all that is good.
But why? And, there are more than three swimsuits already.
They call them the elite four, but you fight five dudes in the end anyways! That's just how things are!
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Oh, Sophia, you just don't get it!
I wanted to do a 2nd OP, but now, we can't fit enough lines in, so it'll have to be skipped...
This must be the place Liv mentioned...
Someone is standing before the entrance...
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Who are you?
Just a poor swimsuit-less gatekeeper.
...I want to go inside.
Poor little swimsuit-less gatekeeper has to keep watch here. Nobody gets to go inside.
What do I have to do to go inside?
Poor little swimsuit-less gatekeeper has to keep watch here. Nobody gets to go inside.
So if I want in, what do I have to do?
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...Say something, won't you?
Currently checking through the Gatekeeper's Guide to the Waterpark for how to deal with nagging white-haired swimsuit wearers. Now at article 19800.
...How many more articles do you have left?
107365 articles left.
Why the hell would you need a novel-length guide for guarding a door? All you literally do is stand in front of it!
...You know. That makes a lot of sense. Why didn't anyone tell me that?
...Do you even get people coming through this place?
Not really. You're the second one.
...So is there something from your guide that lets you leave?
There is. In the emergency that the gate is destroyed, the gatekeeper must extract from the premises immediately.
And so Lucia goes swoosh and chops the gate apart.
Gotta follow the orders. Gatekeeper leaving now.
Wow, he just straight-up left...
...Not in the mood to answer. Let's just go in...
Oi, you over there.
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You come in search of the "answer" too?
The "answer"?
You know nothing, huh?
Agh, what the hell. Who's chuckin' people over without even giving them proper exposition?
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...Oh, whatever. I'm Vera.
Much like you, I am a "Seeker", here in search of truth.
A "Seeker"? How convoluted do you want the plot to be?
...Hey, I'm not the script writer.
Anyways, what are you trying to find an answer for?
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What? Candies?
...Well, guess I'm not in a position to laugh at you though.
...So what are you asking?
Which feels the sickest to play—guitars with four strings, six, eight, or nine?
...Wow, pot and kettle indeed.
What the hell, your bathers be spitting!
Don't call me a bather!
The correct category! Is! A K.A.M.U.I.! A Kinematically Adaptive Midsummer-Use Instrument!
First time I'm hearing of this backstory of yours.
Hmm... My memories... seem to be recovering in this place.
That's nice.
Before I break my suspension of disbelief in a world with loquacious and amnesiac bathers...
——Let's just go forward.
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Rawr.
Gingerbread. Yum. Rawr.
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...What is this thing?
Whoa-rawr! These bathers be spitting!
Is this going to become a thing?
And why would you be surprised at ME? You are literally a talking shark in a raincoat eating who-knows-what!
Aw, rude! This isn't who-knows-what! I'm eating gingerbread man cookies! And they're the good stuff too!
Gawr, some fell outta my mouth... Rawr, munch... Gulp.
Who are you people anyways?! Why are you barging into my place?!
Your place?
That ain't lining up with what the gatekeeper said.
He said something about this place being "a data center for a bionic supercomputer with Rawr as the code name."
Why would he tell you that? How?
Moved by my rhymes, probably.
...I doubt it.
Rawr? That's me! I'm Rawr.
So, you're here to ask Rawr things?
It's actually you...?
...You're actually a bionic supercomputer?
Yup yup. Let's see... when was the last time my brain went brrr again...? Ahah, right, it was working out that answer to the grand unified theory of life and universe and everything or whatever!
What? YOU did that?
YOU made my ol' pops 'n ma 'n bro 'n sis all just drop their boffin research and go rock 'n rollin'? YOU came up with the answer of 44.3?
Rawr rawr... Yup yup I did! My haberhaft hate bhirty eels—Cough, cough! Bleugh, I nearly choked! I mean, I ate thirty million gingerbread cookies to get that number!
But then those greedy humans, they weren't satisfied! They asked Rawr "Why is it 44.3?"...
If Rawr has to explain that... I'll need three trillion... No, three hundred bazillion gingerbread cookies to do so.
So the humans left crying and sobbing. And then they just left me here. Rawr.
...Let's put that aside for now.
We'll find our answers first.
Rawr rawr. Yarr, got it. Rawr rawr.
Is this shark-head even listening? Guy's just munching his own business!
——Rawr are you saying?——
...Nothing. Enjoy your cookies.
Rawr rawr... Okay. I get it now.
First off! Vera!
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——Your heart is the most important!
...???
——Your wholehearted love for the guitar is your mojo!
What? The hell you on about?
That's right! You won't know how many circles of hell I'm operating behind! Now go! You'll know when the time comes!
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——Or, do you also want to become——
...Fine. I'll be taking my leave.
Rawrumph, good girl. Good girl.
What about my question?
Your question? That one's way easier... A-hem, rawr...
I'm X.
...!!!
What a turn of events! What a twist! Lucia meets again with X!
How will it all turn out? Tune in next week at 8am!
"Endless Eight Corridor"! Final! Episode! Don't miss it!!!
I have a question.
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Where did those gingerbread cookies come from? The ones that Rawr was munching on.
Ah... I can't spell it out...
If I do so... We'll all be yeeted to the late night anime slots...
Late night anime?
Wha—These weird-ass graffiti are all over the place, AGAIN! And I just scrubbed them off yesterday!
Swimsuit guardians? Leviathan? ME?
...WHAT?!
Listen up, engies!!!
Triple your shifts! And send out triple the camera drones!
Whoever it is that drew me like this! They're going to PAY!
