#askhydachiturnip

"Hello hello~!" the noizoid greeted as he clasped his hands together and began to circle the visitors. "It's so nice t̸̝̩̫̺͔͇̟̖̫̲͙̻̣͕̀͠͞o̸̡͎̩̤͖͇̯͈͔͘͡͞ ̵̧̮̯̟̼͉̠͔̣͇͕̙̖͙͉̰̤̦̰̜́͠m̧̨҉̩͖͖̖̩̼͔͓̲̫̳̟͍e҉̧̢̥͕͍͚̩̠͚̗̳̼͈̫͍̯̯͍ę̣̘̬̟͙̝̬̰̪̝̺͚͜͟͝ͅt̲̫͎̯̕ ̵̦͖̲͙̖̮̯̳̳̺̫̱̣̝́́͟͝n͏̶̸̲̙̥͕̱̬̖̹̀͢è͕̝͕̱͞w̡͡͏͎̠͍̲͈̺̰͈͈̼̝̣͜ͅͅ ̷̱͉͎̠̞̥̤̣̰͉͢͞p̨̤͉̯̭̥̜͇̯̰̲̼̬̖̤̟͔͍͕̬͞e͟҉̵̺̖̭͖̫̦̩̯͎o̵̶̵̬̦̬̠̫̕͝p̶̴̮̜̙̤̺̜̯̳͈̗̞̰̪̙͟l̨̹͇̖̣̜͚̣̘͓̀e͏͈̣̺̳̮̲͚̼. Please, ḿ̨̲͉̗̣̹̜̖̺a̸̵̡̭͖̞͙̹̝͔ķ̵̳̫͔̻̱̠̦̗̪̪̻͕̼̗̹̭͙̕͝ę̡̻̜͍͉̘̣̙͓͈̕ ̶́́҉̰͍̟͚͇̘̺̤͓̱̥͚͍͓͎͓̕ͅy̕͞͏̛̝͉̼̣̱̮͔͢ͅo̴̧̯̝̟̪͓ͅú̵̮̟͖̺̗r̷̴͟͠͏͍̣͔͓͔s̨͏̸̟̫͉̲̲̩̭͇͖̫ȩ̡̳̞̩͓̺̭́l͈̭̝̳̮͚͖̙̪̗̞̙̘̲̦̀͜͝f҉̹͉̝̼̪̼̮̞̲̞͈͕͍̗̤̝̩̣͜͡ ̨̝͎̻̲̻̮̜̬̮̀ą̭̳̻͈̩̭̫̙̖̰̘̯͢ͅt̡̜͇̘̯͉̜̮̰̺̟̟̖̹̕͢͜ ̷̨͔͕͉h̡̢͈͎͖̞͎̻̺̭̯̫͔͍̣̥̝͎̭͖͠͡ǫ̟͕͉̲̖͢m̴͇͔̖̺̩̤̖̦̪̺̣̹̝͝͝ͅé̵̴̞̼͈̲͉̱̩̰̭̦̙͎̤̖̩̳̥͠ͅ!"  Despite his friendliness, Gargan's pitches in his voice was changing, and he was wearing a rather wide grin, and stared hungrily at the new comers. 

Gargan folded his arms as he stared down at the new visitors. Even though, lately many people seemed to be popping up on Melodia, and on his claimed island at that, he still wasn't used to it. The giant was never happy to see strangers wandering his island. "It seems more pests have made it onto my island. Lucky for you, I am actually in a good mood, so I won't boot you off. So tell me, what brings you to Melodia? And who are you?"