"Senior Song's tomb has blasted off to the Dream Realm again," Black-skinned Soft Feather said, shielding her eyes with her hands as she watched the rocket-like tomb ascend.
"I'm so envious of someone who can launch their tomb around like a rocket. They must have a great mindset," the Hamster exclaimed cheerfully.
Digging up ancestral graves was taboo in many worlds, but the descendants of Tyrannical Song didn't have to worry about that. Their ancestor's tomb would dig itself up and then drift through the air to another plane.
"Oh wait...Tyrannical Song has already been neutered. It's unknown if he'll have descendants in the future."
"That's awesome!" The Hamster became even more delighted at the thought.
"If you're jealous, why don't I build you a tomb too? What style of coffin do you prefer? A flip or a slide?" Senior White's clone teased the hamster.
Different versions of Senior White shared similar hobbies, including their love for pets.
