"Luckily… they couldn't take you. I mean… they tried everything."
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Insert a goofy background song— noise.
(Earlier)
Si Hon had been seated dramatically in a wooden chair in the middle of the chamber, a bright crystal-lamp aimed directly at his face like he was in a crime drama interrogation.
Which, technically, he was.
"Human! Take everything! Take everything to human too!" one of the black-furred Munches barked.
They absolutely meant it.
Two of them grabbed his arms and lifted him clean off the ground like he weighed nothing. Another one aggressively yanked off his boots. Someone else started pulling at his jacket.
"ಠ_ಠ… This is getting weird."
The King stood a short distance away, pretending to look regal, but very clearly avoiding eye contact like he Or SHE! ಠಿ_ಠ didn't know where to look.
Then—
One particularly enthusiastic Munches grabbed Si Hon's waistband and pulled his pants down in one swift motion.
Si Hon blinked at the ceiling.
