Sid felt like he owed the little Master an apology.
That's right. He probably did.
Because if there was one person he should've pegged as suspicious, it really should've been the little Master's allegedly "good" brother—who, at this very moment, was unloading what looked like the entire fortune of a small, extremely paranoid military outfit.
Sid and D-29 may not have the capacity to taste food, but they could definitely count. And right now, they were seeing what Ollie called "limited stocks."
Rations? Check.
Healing Pills? Also check.
Spiritual food, fruits, compact sleeping pods, medical supplies, clothes, more food, drinks, emergency towels, fluffy towels, and did we mention more food?!
Check, check, check—and checkmate.
Even Butler Gary was unsure how Ollie could fit all of it inside his space button, but then they realized he was nesting them.
It was a space button within another space button.
"..."
"???"
