Get a hold of yourself!"

[Raoul sheathes his blades and nods at you exiting the car, pointing to the diced chunks to feed the worms back home~]

"..." Ming said nothing, amazed their family maggots had become so cherished, given the first pick of any treats. Their luck...

Clap clap~ Just then, applause sounded as the surrounding heavenly troops retreated, forming a path.

A shorter youth with upturned lips sinisterly 'floated' out, eyeing the bull-headed Raoul appreciatively. "Six blades, pretty sharp to dice someone up like tofu~" 

[Your foodie peeks from your bag as the scantily clad youth approaches. Not comprehending his attire, the foodie looks to da Vinci for an explanation~ Da Vinci blinks and turns to Napoleon~]

[Your Napoleon gazes innocently - I've always gone unclothed like you all; I know nothing about loincloths~]

"~~"