"So, you're a turncoat, are you? Ku, ku, ku..."
"No, I'm not a...look, do you have the right gun, or not? I'm not waiting around all day for you to-"
"Of course I have it. I've been making everything under the sun with all the spare time I've had. I figured at one point that a gun that could turn us into real Pekoponians would be useful, and now look. Here you are."
"Yeah. Are you going to keep blabbering about it, or are you going to give it to me?" Kululu blushed and turned away.
"Uh, what?" Giroro had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sometimes Kululu gave him the creeps. He knew the twisted genius had sort of a of "thing" for him, and it had nothing to do with respect or admiration.
"Just one little thing. This gun-"
"Oh, I knew it! There's some sort of catch, isn't there? Well, what do you want from me?" Kululu turned to him. His expression was always the same, but somehow Giroro sensed reluctance, which was a bit odd for Kululu.
"No catch. Only this. This par