"I feel like I'm a damn book again," Zetta muttered, which was probably some sort of thanks? It wasn't insults and rage, anyway, so you know -- reading the room, he probably appreciated it.

But interrupting his muttering came a much higher voice.

"Dood! He's manhandling the Overlord!"

From the door, one Prinny pointed in horror at the scene, while two others clutched their heads in abject shock. All three of them had jaws dropped wide.

They quickly fell into a huddle, the muttered conversation of which occasionally resolved into a word such as, "help" or "save" or "dood". They came to a decision swiftly, however, and immediately separated slightly, each of them bringing their right flipper behind their back.

"One, two, three!" they chorused, then each of them flung their fin forward.

"Shoot," said one, "we all threw paper again, dood."