"Stroked? Oh, you mean lifted up and down.
Of course, D likes it.
I remember we did it so much before that D threw up white vomit all over my face."
Malacai's lips raised upward into a laugh, and he laughed so hard it made his stomach hurt.
"Hahahaha, you guys are kidding me, right?"
The trio of moles looked at each other and frowned. Their eyes turned sharp.
"Look, we know you're a decent guy, but we won't accept you laughing at our sister."
"Why did you call me a decent guy?"
"Because you are one of the rare people who doesn't look at us with disgust and call us ugly after talking this long.
If it weren't for the situation, we would gladly become friends with you."
"Stop talking, Brother C; let's catch him quickly.
We haven't returned for months; Sister D will surely be worried."
"You're right, Brother A."
Malacai's face turned serious.
