#splatlands3

"Anyone know octarian?" Fisheye calls out, holding a frying pan in hand in case the octarian is infected.

"I know it." Shelby comes out from behind Fisheye, telling the grumpy salmonid he'd take care of the speaking part.

"(What's your business doing here? Are you clean of any illnesses? Do you have an ID card that says you're cleansed? If not, I cannot let you speak with us for the moment.)"

Shelby felt bad for disregarding the octoling in a seemingly harsh nature. He had a hunch they were clear of Ink Rot, but he was genuinely concerned for the safety of Pyro, since inklings have a fragile immune system. He couldn't risk it.

...Sheldon takes one look at the thing and wheezes like a misfiring car engine.

"What?!"

Oh. Oh this hurts to look at. He quickly takes the stringer from them, but he doesn't even need to look it over to see the layers of damage.

"Hmm, let's see. One, this looks like it's gonna fall apart the next time you pull the string; two, the bolt filling mechanism is clogged with a lot of sand, which is slowing your charge time; three, your 'ink consumption' is probably because the tank-to-weapon delivery point has practically dissolved, meaning most of the ink is leaking onto the ground..."