Dexter was surprised by the sudden and unexpected message from Mojomojo. At last, after nearly a year, Mojomojo had spoken — proving they truly existed.
'/g Why only chat now?' Dexter said, unsure of what else to say.
(Mojomojo: No one was talking here. I thought it was a dead guild. Well, I'm always solo anyway, so it doesn't matter if I'm in a guild or not.)
'/g Ohh... okay, better kick you then...'
Taking the fish he'd caught with his Mythical Twig, Dexter opened the Guild interface, planning to remove Mojomojo.
(Mojomojo: Don't… I need to be part of the Demon God's Alliance to loot near the Crimson Tree Zone.)
'/g Well… it's too late for that… You not reading Alliance conversations? Also... I didn't know you actually existed... and I prefer Undying Craftroach to be solely for me and Stella...'
(Mojomojo: You got another way? You are the leader of the Alliance, sure you have some...)
