"This was interesting. I had to meet it."
"How much longer did we have to wait?"
"A while longer," Montana replied.
"Who would've thought you looked so fierce, but you were actually such a die-hard Sleepy Banana Monkey fan? You were even more anxious than I was."
"Haha, that's right, sister! I freaking love Sleepy Banana Monkey!"
"Do you think monkey brains taste good?"
"Hey, hey, hey, shut up already!" March 7th grabbed a dipper and swiftly covered Botion's mouth.
"?" As his vision was swallowed by shadow, Botion wrinkled his nose and caught a familiar, nauseating smell.
"Urgh—cough—get it away from me! Get it away!"
He slapped the dipper away, his expression turning ugly.
"What the hell was that? Where did you get it?"
"Uh... I picked it up by the roadside."
"Don't pick up weird stuff in the future!"
"Anyway, there was going to be some kind of manifestation later, right? I'll take a look around first and ask some people."
Having obtained new information, Botion bid the two farewell and once again chose to investigate alone.
The real Sleepy Banana Monkey... could it be the source of the Meme Virus?
After leaving the Sleepy Banana Society's base, Botion was surprised to find that there were more Sleepy Banana Society members on the streets.
Every one of them wore, to varying degrees, some kind of Sleepy Banana Monkey accessory, utterly unabashed.
"Heh, that made things easier."
"That sister named Montana was still a student. The information she gave might've been inaccurate."
"I'd better fish for information from some other people..."
"Hey, sister." Botion stopped a woman by the roadside who had a Sleepy Banana Monkey pendant on her chest and casually asked, "I like Sleepy Banana Monkey too. Have you taken part in the manifestation?"
"Banana..." The woman