Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-38701854-20190407005758/@comment-36159587-20190409020541

The narrator puts his face onto the table. Nope, he's obviously not giggling to himself as he pictures the scene.

"Umm..." Galaxian's wings burst out, and he tried moving them, as he hadn't tried doing so for a long time. He took off into the air, trying to follow after the cyclone, and to block off the strong winds.