"The moon? And outer space... come to think of it, the Celestial Dragons' clothing does seem somewhat like spacesuits." Doflamingo pondered it briefly, then gave up on thinking too deeply. Without intelligence, any such speculation was nothing more than blind guessing.
"Huh? Not the Tontatta tribe, but the Lieutenant Spacey tribe? What a strange race!" Yamato started acting foolish again.
"What Lieutenant Spacey tribe? Lieutenant is my rank, and my name is Spacey, you strange woman! Let go of me now, or I won't be polite!"
Spacey was lifted entirely off the ground. His little legs pedaled frantically through the air, but although Yamato was young, her Oni Tribe bloodline had made her two meters tall. With her arm extended as she held Spacey, his feet could not touch the ground at all.
"Ah! Were you born short? How pitiful!"
"What are you pitying? I'm a robot! Dr. Tsukimi made me this tall when he created me. What am I supposed to do about it?"
"Robot!" Yamato's face lit up with excitement.
"Let me see what you look like inside. Do you have lots of gears? Do you usually eat batteries and engine oil?" Yamato began tossing the little robot about, seemingly eager to take him apart for a look.
"You can't open that! That's the energy storage compartment! Help! Murder! Let go of me, you crazy woman!"
Lieutenant Spacey struggled with all his might and finally escaped Yamato's grasp. Just then, drawn by the commotion, several more little robots came running out from inside.
Doflamingo took a careful look and could not help laughing.
Of the three little robots that emerged, one was dressed as a Russian soldier, one as a Japanese samurai, and one as a Western knight. Together with Lieutenant Spacey, the American soldier, they had gathered