"Huh?" Mois is suddenly able to see again, finding a strange indigo colored frog staring at her with malicious glee. She, in response, just looks at him with curiosity, more so than her own swamped clothes. Despite the dark aura covering him, she just thinks that he must know Uncle Keroro, looking very similar to him, and thus can trust him. "Are you Uncle's frwiend?"
"Of course I am!" Tamama shouts with pride. "In fact, I'm his number one private soldier and lover, so get any ideas that you can try to usurp me aga-," Tamama stops his rant when Mois glomps him, still wearing the top of her uniform as a large dress. Still being slightly bigger than him, the surprise attack makes Tamama drop his blaster to the side of the room. Luckily, it doesn't short out and fire again. "Hey! Get off me!"
"Yay! Does this mean we're frwiends too?" Tamama denies this through continuously ramblings and continues trying to get Mois to let go, but it all falls on deaf ears. "Can we play until he comes back? Can we? Can we?" Before Tamama can answer, ...
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