"What would you do if the admiral, who suddenly disappeared from the naval base, came back?"
Prince of Wales gave a cold snort, seeming to hold the question in disdain. Her expression darkened as she said, "Then I'd put him in handcuffs and chain him up like a dog."
Bismarck glanced at her sister, who was lying facedown on the ground with her butt in the air, pretending to be dead. She fell silent, apparently torn. After a long while, she said, "If he came back, I wouldn't mind even if this useless shut-in really became beyond saving."
"You two are far too kind. Why not consider my suggestion to turn the admiral into a biological robot?" Dressed in a white lab coat, Yuubari pushed up her glasses, looking utterly serious.
"I want to barbecue the admiral," said Javelin, who was grilling fish. She blinked innocently. "I hear pancreases taste great."
Hindenburg raised her fist and slammed it into a nearby tree. The thick trunk snapped clean in half. She glanced back at Lexington and said coldly, "I assume none of you will stop me from blasting the admiral away?"
Lexington said nothing. She gently picked up a large jar of formalin from the ground, several strands of hair in her mouth, and smiled with vacant eyes.
