Previously MC and co, started making their way further south, after speaking with one of the resort workers. The search continued for the seemingly enigmatic Dr A. I. as part of the request.

They are currently being chased after by one of the Eccles Ville enforcement squads after causing some issues during an official debt collection situation. Unaware they are prime targets for a minor incident.

"Who decided this place should be hotter than the sun?" MC was sweating like a nun in a cucumber field, and Horace, with all his fur, was in an even worse spot.

"Bruh, we SHOULD CHANGE INTO OUR SUMMER WEAR, don't you think, HUFF?"

"Yeah, fuck it. Quick change time!"

"I say, chaps, the sun is marvellous! How could you not like the feel of such a thing raining down on you all day?"

"Unlike you, you frigging missing link, we don't react well to that sun."

"What about sunblock? Sirs."

"Well, how is Horace supposed to use it? Dillee, you're going to get put in a timeout."

"Forgive me, sirs; it would appear the more intense the sun, the greater my shift in personality."

The greater my foot in your ass too if you keep this up, zing zing!

Horace looked at MC, wondering why he just randomly zinged for no reason. MC just pointed at his head as he quickly changed into his summer wear.

My gods, that breathability is a godsend right now. Why didn't we do this sooner feck sake.

MC's usual summer attire was a grandpa-style white vest, floral shorts of the blue and pink variety and, of course, in true Terra fashion, socks and sandals.

Horace was less fortunate in his choice of outfits, swapping into a pair of white and red coloured 'board shorts', as the terra trio told him on many occasions.

"Looking fly, lad." MC shouted, running away. from Horace, "THANKS MAN,"

Navigating the Tusen Atolls was one of the easier places to figure out; it just took longer due to the lack of public transport to shift them around and the blistering heat frying their brains.

One day, we're going to get ourselves some sweet-ass rides to get about.

They traversed roped walkways for several hours. As the trio passed tourists, adventurers and resort workers as they did so. Occasionally bumping into someone as they carelessly ran their way forward. Dillee was having the time of his little leafy life. "Sirs, may I stay here until the end of time? Today is one of my greatest days yet."

"Yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasts; we are bailing when we find Dr A.I."

"Shall do~" Dillee continued staring at the big orange friend. MC and Horace both felt a little envious of his enjoyment.

"WISH I could do that. He's one of a KIND."

"He's a special one, eh?"

Hours had passed moving from island to island across the atolls, so much so that the sun had begun to start setting down for the night. Dillee began to slow down from the lack of light, and MC picked him up for the rest of the last leg. Lockerupper Island was, of course, the furthest one away from the resort, rather than being a bit closer to the start of the atolls, but you know that's just typical logistical planning gone wrong with Eccles Ville council.

"Fuck me, this place is such a ball-ache. Who decided on a prison island this far south?"

"They WANNA PISS OFF Eccles Ville council, don't THEY?"

"Pissing me off more like it. Zi~ah, it's too hot for fun, at least the islands on this next bridge over."

Lockerupper Island didn't exactly look like somewhere that harboured a jail. The beachfront was full of the richer variety of folk, drinking away with cocktails in hand and partying it up. The even richer folk, riding the waves with speed-blimps, were cruising around, spraying water all over the place, and that was comedy gold to the lot of them, apparently.

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"OMG, YOU'RE LIKE, SO FUNNY, RICHMOND," giggled one of the Dornam sorority wives.

How the fook did she find that so funny!? That's no zinger, morons.

The trio wandered off trying to figure out which building houses their requestee. Horace approached one of the Dornam frat boys chilling in his recliner. "HEY BUD,"

The Dornam was scared for his life, not expecting Horace's sarcastic greeting, "Bruh, what the fuck? You wanna throw down, sausage tugger!?"

MC hadn't heard the commotion, but Dillee did. He rushed over, wanting to know what was going on. "Horace, old boy, have you found someone that can provide us with that requestee's whereabouts?" Smiling away at the sun whilst it was still lingering, the resort's guests abruptly stopped to stare at him.

The loud and cheerful get-togethers turning to uncomfortable silence finally got the attention of MC, who had been speaking with a barman, wondering why it's gone...of course, Dillee's drawn attention to himself.

The Dornam Horace had spoken with couldn't help but let his arse do the speaking first, "Bruh...what the fuck is that thing!? Look at the state of it! That's clapped straight up."

One of the Huum girls screamed out when she saw it, "EW, it's so fucking ugly, get it out of here, it smells so bad." BLURGH

It seems the super-rich of Maliterr aren't so keen on food. More of the alcohol obsessive kind. CLEARLY, they rarely visit Flavourtown, and to be fair, Dillee's overpowering roasted allium juices were pungent, to say the least. I can smell him from here... getting kind of hungry.

Horace's Dornam genetics began to kick in, however, "Bruh, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN? I'LL SLAP YOUR DAD INTO NEXT WEEK!"

"Woah, fucking BRING IT ON, BRO. LET'S FUCKING GO."

The pair began to throw hands in front of those on holiday, and a crowd began to gather, screaming for Richmond, the rich kid, "GO ON RICHMOND, KICK HIS HALF-BREED ASS!"

"WOO YEAH GO ON BABE KICK HIM IN THE NARDS."

Fists were flying, and unlucky for Richmond, who was of the pay-to-win variety, Horace had got off his arse and been out in the field most of his sentient life; he easily got the better of him.

"Horace, tag me in; I'm giving this one a good rooting!"

Jesus fucking wept. Dillee, don't say that out loud.

"Fuck outta here, un-yun head; don't want you stinking the place up."

Richmond was punched to the floor by Horace, and his lip was torn up from the repeated punching. He wiped the blood away from his voice and tried to throw a chair at Horace.

"RARGHHHHH!" roars flew around as Dillee began to transform, furious that such underhanded moves were used in his vicinity. Screams erupted among the crowd as they began to run away in fear. "Monster!" "Run away; someone call the guards!"

The barman called, and guards eventually appeared, helping MC rush in to calm Dillee down. "Calm down, buddy. You're going to get us locked up." Dillee shook his head, looking over at Richmond. "You can't beat him up, buddy; we can't lose any more time finding the requestee."

Dillee whined in response, "Aroooo~". Sulking and stomping away from the fight, he transformed back before things got out of hand. That didn't stop him sneezing as he shifted back, however. VEGCHOO.

"UGH, THAT STINKS, AND IT'S SO SLIMY, UGH."

"Sorry about that, pal. It's, uh...a class drawback that makes him go batty, like Edgelord, only less unhinged."

"My dad's going to hear about this..."

"Yeah, GONNA KNOW I KICKED YOUR ASS, BRUH."

Horace did the high five jive with himself, "Doesn't have the same impact with Rhua, though, does it, bud?"

Horace shook his head, but he still smiled away.

Richmond rushed off, jumping onto one of the speed-blimps parked up on the beachfront while the trio reunited after the evening beachfront punch-up. "Lucky for you guys, I got the information we needed. Jails inside the amusement arcade. That building with all the totems outside it."

MC pointed over to the building in question. The three of them all thought the same thing, but Dillee was the one to bring it up: "I do not understand the ways of you Maliterr lot sometimes. You lock people inside a place of fun? Is that some form of punishment the books haven't taught me?"

"No bud. It's been emptied over to Carnival Island. They just couldn't be arsed redecorating after the move, the barman told me.

"I see..." Dillee began wandering over to it. Horace and MC were not far behind him.

A receptionist greeted the trio when they wandered inside. She seemed enthusiastic about helping them out. "HEY! I finally have a sober visitor; that's awesome. "What can I do for you?" She looks a little like Lucy, only with a black bob haircut. The management must be out of it, though. Who lets staff in charge of dodgy types work in a pink bikini?

"We're looking for someone actually, miss. We were told by someone at the start of the Tusen Atolls that they were here?"

Smiling away at MC, she asked him for information, "Sure, I can help with that. Have you got their name or sent the number?"

"Yeah, it's, uh... Hang on," MC dug into his inventory to find the request paper and handed it over.

The receptionist typed away at her desk. 'Hmm', 'ahh', and 'hmm' she muttered to herself.

"Sorry to break the news, they were released a week ago."

Horace and MC crumbled upon hearing the tragedy. MC went and sat on the floor, and Horace grabbed the water off the receptionist's desk and threw it at his face.

"Excuse my companions, miss." Dillee stepped forward, and she yelled, "WHAT THE HECK?" Throwing a pen at him in fright, Dillee responded, "Miss, please don't do that again. You won't like me when I'm vegging out."

"ZING-ZING!" MC shouted.

"Could you tell us anything about the person we were looking for? We've travelled nearly three days on foot to get here. Any information would help us out, and I'd be in your debt."

Hesitating for a moment before typing into the computer, she slowly dug into her files, tapping away, occasionally glancing up at him in disgust.

"I'm afraid I don't know where they've gone."

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