“Gah!” Sid yelled as the slug blushed heavily for the tenth time, “how the hell am I supposed to do this?! I’m a man, dammit, this sort of thing is my nature!” “I don’t like this either!” Stormy returned, “getting a vague idea of what’s going on in your head isn’t my idea of fun!” “Gaokoro,” one of the shamans said, stepping forward. The two glared at him, and he quickly shrunk back a bit, before the female Shroomian stepped up to translate. “Gakoro gao gao gao’n,” she restated. “She says you were very close that time,” Stormy said, her eyes still narrowed, “3 minutes is your record.”