Well not really. The Prinny's, those adorable souls of former murderers and sinners now in stuffed zombie penguin bodies, were being yelled at by their master, Etna, the demoness with a tongue as sharp as Laharl's swords.
"You stupid wretches messed up my laundry again!"
The closest Prinny to Etna's mouth covered his ears as best he could.
"We're sorry dude! Forgive us okay?"
What followed was Etna whipping each Prinny twenty times until their rears were puffy and red. Leaving to go to sleep, Etna mumbled about her stupid servants and was soon out like a light, snoring like a Cerberus.
Several of the Prinnys got together an hour later, one clutching a brown potion in it's flipper.
"Dude, I've got this! It'll make Etna never boss us around again!"
The other Prinnys looked skeptical at this but the potion wielding Prinny went off to Etna's bedroom, sneaking as quietly as he could.
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