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- Once breakfast was finished, and Samson scraped the charred egg from the pans, he grabbed a bottle from the icebox and walked out of the kitchen, leting the dishes soak. I could probably get Vincent or one of the others to draw straws to wash the dishes... anyway, where's that girl at? Samson wandered to the deck, and found Tsubaki clutching her stomach and leaning over the edge of the ship. "Ah. Just who I wanted to see." Tsubaki looked up to see Samson standing behind her. "What do you... unnnn... want?" Tsubaki leaned back over the side of the boat when she felt her stomach lurch. "I heard you last night. I think I can help your seasickness." Tsubaki looked at Samson both angrily and scared at the same time. "What?! You were listening? ...And I thought that Tanner guy was the only one I had to watch out for...." Samson gave Tsubaki an indignant look. "Listen, lady. One tends to pay close attention to someone who is about to throw up on them. I was in the water. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Anyway, drink this." Samson handed the bottle to her. "It'll settle your stomach." Tsubaki looked at the bottle, then at Samson. "....Thanks." Samson's antennae twitched as he smiled, and he turned to head back to the kitchen. It pains me to see some of these people not eating... Vincent walked in front of Samson. ...especially him.
- "YOU!" Vincent froze in his tracks as a giant claw was pointed straight at him. "You're afraid of things, right?" Vincent didn't answer, but he did look around confused. "What?" Samson grabbed Vincent by the collar. "You should be afraid of starving! Now you're not going to do anything until you've eaten!" Vincent struggled in Samson's grip. "B-but I have to help plan t-the mission!" Samson didn't care. "The mission can wait until after you've had food!"