Octopus....................................Conwell Morris

THREE: God, does this really have to happen every single day?

THE OCTOPUS: (While Two and Five are still fghting in the back) Ignore them—back to what I proposed, is there—

SEVEN: You know, while we are on the topic of potentially switching names and such—

ONE: (quivering) Ah—I think we were already past that discussion ... right?

SEVEN: I know, I know ... but if we hypothetically were still discussing switching names, I did snag thirteen lumps of crab in the last six days for our body, if that holds any weight, of course. I’m not saying that I would move up to One, but it just seems logical that I would be at least Four.

SIX: If the master says that is okay, I don’t see a problem!

THREE: Does Four agree to this?

FOUR: Mmmmh-Mmh-MmmMmmh!

THREE: What?

FOUR: MmmmMmmh!

ONE: Ah. Oh, yeah. Te other day Four was bitten of after the incident with the morays.

THE OCTOPUS: Very well—Seven—you can be Four and Four can be Eight

FOUR: (In an angry tone) MmmmmMmm-Mmmmmmmm!

EIGHT: (Sarcastically) No, I thought I was Eight, seeing as how all of you just give me so much attention.

THE OCTOPUS: What is so troubling now?

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