Sleepy Banana Society headquarters.
March 7th aimed the ladle at Boothill's open mouth, bending over with a nervous expression. "Please, please, let this work..."
A stream of clear water flowed in.
"Huh?" Boothill's face quickly changed from white to green, then purple, blue...
"Urk~ Cough, cough~ Ptooey! Urk! What the hell is this supposed to be?! Urk!! Cough, cough..."
Looking at the sticky mess that had fallen onto his clothes and the ground, Boothill got to his feet and cursed:
"What the hell is this disgusting stuff? Who the banana is trying to frame me?!"
Clang! March 7th suddenly hurled the ladle into a corner, spreading her hands and shouting:
"Boothill, you're finally awake! Those Banana Masters really are the worst. They did this to you!"
"W-what? Banana Masters?!"
Boothill froze and turned sideways to look at March 7th.
"I'm in this miserable state because of a Banana Master?"
"Y-yeah..." March 7th nodded repeatedly and accused them, "Luckily, I already defeated that Banana Master. That's how I managed to fish you out."
"Don't worry. The other Banana Masters haven't discovered you yet!"
"I see..." Boothill nodded and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
"Cough~ Ptooey!"
March 7th: "..."
"I'll find somewhere to take a bath first. Oh... and wash out my stomach too. Then we'll discuss what to do."
Several hours later.
Boothill successfully entered the Sleepy Banana Society headquarters again.
"Hey, where are you going?" March 7th asked as she followed behind him. "It took me forever to get you in as an inside contact. Don't do anything conspicuous again."
"Our mission is to gather intelligence here. Most importantly, remember not to draw your gun."
"Thanks, Nameless sister." Boothill let out a long breath and thanked March 7th. "I never expected you to have so much say here.