Mackerel is freezing.
Frozen Mackerel is freezy-freezy.
Frozen Pastel is freezy-pang-pang.
Gasp, freezy-pang-pang, she says.
I'm totally a Frozen Mackerel Friend.
"Freezy-pang! Freezy-pang!"
Pastel shivered as she strolled across the Deck.
Her breath came out white. It was quite cold as a snow-mixed wind raged.
Just as she was debating whether to fix her hair that was whipping and slapping against her face or to ignore it and wrap her scarf more tightly, a Cultist keeping an eye on the rear of the airship shouted.
"It's the Pursuit Force!"...
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