C68 You Guys Aren't Even Qualified to be Stepping Stones!

"Creak!"

Before Cello Everett loomed a cosmic spaceship as vast as a city itself.

It seemed as malleable as putty in his hands—round one moment, flat the next.

"Would you mind stopping?"

Out of the blue, a peculiar voice echoed.

Cello Everett flashed a mischievous grin.

"And what if I don't stop?"

Silence hung in the air for a brief pause.

"Then it falls to me