Mr. Toxic Umbrella must be a unique Light Bat, a perspective evident from every angle of his being.
Being so unique, he surely is an oddity within the Light Bat community, likely unable to find many normal friends. Thinking this, Lyle could somewhat accept the fact that he had an interest in their wheels.
Lyle himself had a certain fondness for the polite and petite Light Bat community, and he could guess the reason why Shiny and the others had accused him was probably because he had disrupted their work.
After all, it was just a Light Bat, so the punishment could be as light as possible.
In his heart, Lyle had already started acting as if he were the defense attorney.
The judge tapped his gavel, a human-like arm in the shape of a clenched fist, which created a gong-like reverberation when bone struck the surface of the desk.
