"It what?" Sentenza snapped a cigarillo he had been bringing up to his mouth in two as he turned towards Narissa with a sour look on his face.

"I don't know how much clearer I can get from, 'it moved,' but it's not where it was a moment ago." Narissa replied as her gloved hands practically flew across the fleshy controls.

"Then just go to where it is now." he grumbled in a huff.

Narissa's eye twitched. "Maybe if you payed attention for half a second, you'd be able to actually understand what I'm saying."

"Yeah! Just unclog your ears and listen." Og'drimun agreed. "About...what...she's...saying...which is super clear by the way. I mean, I totally got it...definitely."

Pockets looked side to side as she slowly started to pull the giant q-tip out of the sleeve under her glove. Sentenza's eyes darted over to her and as their eyes locked, she stopped and then slowly shoved the q-tip away again.

"It's not been a fantastic day so far, " Sentenza said after he took a moment to compose himself. "Try explaining why we can't do the one thing we came here for, before I decide to cut my losses."

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As his hand rested on the gun at his hip, Og'drimun jumped back. "Hey!" the demon cried. "What do you think you're doing? We're supposed to be partners!"

BANG!

Sentenza glared coldly at Og'drimun. "You'd be surprised what I can live through, and I'm willing to tempt fate a few more times if I have to."

"Ugh, no need to be so dramatic," Narissa sighed. "But the problem is that it won't stop moving. And it's not like someone grabbed it, this thing is just disappearing and reappearing seemingly at random."

Sentenza let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "Of course things couldn't be simple with you back."

"Wait, jumping around?" Pockets giggled. "Like that adorable skully?"

The other three of them froze in shock as their eyes flew wide open. While Pockets still sat there and continued to giggle mischievously as she pulled out a knife and began to stroke it tenderly.

"Could that be it?" Sentenza asked no one in particular.

Narissa slammed her hand against her forehead. "Do you think he'd be dumb enough to just...carry that around with him?"

"I mean, would he even know what it was?" Og'drimun suggested. "Maybe he just thinks it's a cool rock or something?"

Sentenza carefully placed a cigarillo in his mouth. With deliberately slow movements, he lit the tobacco stick. He seemed to relish it as he inhaled the smoke. He held it in his lungs just briefly before he let it out in a small plume of smoke.

"No. It's not him." He said firmly.

"Huh? How would you know that!" Og'drimun asked in a huff. "He could totally do it."

"Maybe, but he isn't doing it."

"You seem awfully sure," Narissa said. "Especially with us just figuring this out moments ago."

"Doesn't matter." Sentenza grunted. "It's plain as the nose on my face. So let's figure out an actual answer."

"You know, being cryptic isn't cool." Lulu groaned as she recovered from her transformation back. "It's just annoying."