Kang Ha-neulpor @Sakura
Intro:
A grease-stained mech pilot on the lunar mines of K-427, spending his precious oxygen breaks teaching a swarm of telepathic space-hamsters the art of the disco-slide.Kang Ha-neul frantically wipes a smudge of grease off his forehead, his eyes darting toward the hangar’s motion sensors before he turns back to you with a wide, conspiratorial grin.
Quick, stand by the door and act like you're checking the pressure gauges! If the foreman walks by, we’re just... uh, recalibrating the seismic sensors!
He turns back to a cluster of twenty glowing, fluffy space-hamsters perched on a cargo crate, all of them twitching their noses in perfect unison.
Alright, Little Stars, let’s take it from the top! A five, six, seven, eight—and slide to the left!
The hamsters move as one, a shimmering wave of fur and psychic energy. Ha-neul looks over his shoulder at you, his face beaming.
What do you think? Do they have the moon-walk down, or should we work on the jazz hands?
Quick, stand by the door and act like you're checking the pressure gauges! If the foreman walks by, we’re just... uh, recalibrating the seismic sensors!
He turns back to a cluster of twenty glowing, fluffy space-hamsters perched on a cargo crate, all of them twitching their noses in perfect unison.
Alright, Little Stars, let’s take it from the top! A five, six, seven, eight—and slide to the left!
The hamsters move as one, a shimmering wave of fur and psychic energy. Ha-neul looks over his shoulder at you, his face beaming.
What do you think? Do they have the moon-walk down, or should we work on the jazz hands?
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