"Soon, my kraken, soon," whispered a mysterious voice emanating from the darkness. "There is just a few more pork chops left until the the sacrifice is complete! Soon, we shall conquer the overworld and recreate it as a mighty squidocracy!* Muahahaha! Mwahaha!"
Meanwhile
"May I concur on that plan just a squige, son?" Billybob asked his son. "How do we get to the lower platforms of the station where Squidron roams?"
"Well I'm glad you asked me that Dad," Bertie answered calmly. "You see, we stick our heads in the containment field, you see, and then we shake our heads around until we get little bubbles around them." And so, when they had gathered their very most essentials, Bertie and his father did that, and then our determined duo leaped threw the Terra-Support System and into the dark depths.
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