“Why are they here?”
“Puhuhut. No idea, nya!”
“Kyut-kyut-kyut. Could they have come through that food chute?”
“Seems like it. Hey, you guys, wake up.”
When Sejun patted the butts of Queng, Kkamang, and Taecho to wake them—
“Queng…”
“Squeak…”
“Mm…”
The three of them rubbed their eyes and got up.
