C2232 He Had Finally Left

"Squeak, squeak …" Squeak squeak... "Creak …"

The Spirit Communication Ginseng seemed to dislike being kissed. It squeaked as it cleaned itself with its tentacles, then it turned its head and squeaked at the other Spirit Communication Ginseng. Finally, it drilled into the ground, leaving a radish shaped hole.

"Squeak, squeak …"

With a series of creaking sounds