Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-34012245-20190531162324/@comment-36159587-20190531212820

 If Galaxian said something like "no", he likely would've gotten horse slobber over his hair again.

 "Coordinates C-L 761, 292!" he blurted out from memory.

 Max went around Galaxian's foot, looking for sausages in his boot, apparently.

 Moka continued eating carrots.

 Some malginae were snoozing in the deity's pockets.

 This is a lot of pet POVing.