🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Sarabas heads home and finds a gift there from one of his fellow dojik comrades; the message read as follows:
"Recently found this painting in the depths of our family library, it was gathering dust, so I figured it'd be more useful to you — seems like you're fond of this image. The guys and I hope you haven't kicked the bucket yet."

- Ah, bros... Only from you lot can I find understanding in this world. 
After shedding a stingy manly tear, Sarabas first put the serpent to use, and then crashed to sleep — after a long journey, even someone like him needed rest.