“But don’t let your mind worry about petty things! My brother and I will take care of everything, and after that, we’ll finally be able to live happily ever after again!” she stated excited, including her amnesiac servant in her twisted plans.
“I said...that you stoooop!” shouted, annoyed, the young purple dragon at the top of his lungs while fire-breathing to the sky.
“What-what, what do you mean by that?! Have you also forgotten about Rayman, Klonoa and the others?! What about Croc?! He was sick worried for you when you disappeared!”
Once they figured it out by themselves, the three students immediately pulled their own yellow orbs and used them to form their magical dragon wings, which they quickly flapped in order to send the pepper gas out-into the open-.
“Just what is he plotting this time…” wondered Rayman while looking at the ceiling, frustrated by his incapacity to figure out Mr. Dark’s new schemes.
“I warn you, we have no use for clumsy servants. Maybe you’re better off as our pets’ dinner, how does that sound?”