"How is it not related to me? I'll just go with them!" Shrimpy declared, puffing up his chest like he was ready to march into war.
Big Ears rolled his eyes. "They're only sending one Command Cruiser this time. Limited seats. Even Bulldozer's waiting in line. No way they're taking you. If you really wanna go… you better start running now."
"Alright! I'll run if I have to!" Shrimpy shot to his feet, dead serious.
"Hey—sit your ass down!" Mist grabbed his arm, yanking him back. "Frostmere's on the other side of Necroterra. You'd have to cross the whole damn continent. You'd be lucky to make it there in a hundred years."
"Besides, the boss hasn't even said who he's taking yet. Let's wait and see. Maybe we'll get a shot."
"…Yeah, you're right." Shrimpy sat back down, a little embarrassed. For a second there, he'd really been ready to sprint across the wasteland.
