Just imagining Fat Ball getting so mad that it puffs up, sprouting spikes all over its round body, made White Senior Two incredibly amused.
He was curious just how big Fat Ball would get when it puffed up with spikes. If a small pufferfish can swell to the size of a little ball, then Fat Ball, in proportion, might expand to the size of a village-level grenade. Or maybe even larger—county-level? City-level?
As the ruler of the Netherworld, White Senior Two realized that to live happily, he needed a worthy opponent, someone who could occasionally bring him joy.
In the past, White Senior Two found Fat Ball quite annoying at times—but now that Fat Ball had truly revived, White Senior Two found himself oddly pleased.
"Senior Song has stopped heating up," Black-Skinned Soft Feather, who was always attentive, pointed out.
The heat radiating from Tyrannical Song's head had begun to dissipate, and his body was no longer disintegrating and regenerating.
