Hello, I'm a Puyo. You know, one of those blob things. And I'm here to tell you that we're not going to stand for this torture any more.
You might think it's funny, putting four of us together and watching us explode, but I'm going to tell you something: it isn't funny. I watched my family get plucked out of the abyss and thrown into a dungeon, and "popped." They're gone. The only family I ever had.
That nuisance of a girl. Strutting around thinking she's so great. Climbing that tower like it's nothing. Taking on opponents that need to be seen to be believed. Elephant lords, mummies, mermaids. And so calm throughout the entire ordeal. She deserves to perish in the dark kingdom, along with all the others.
All for what? The popping, what is it good for? To cast magical spells? This is the 21st century, girl. Real wizards carry guns now. They pack heat, and not like your stupid "Fiyaaaa" spell.
You just pop and pop, my brethren are dying, just so you can reach the top. Just so you can get there. And what happens, Miss Arle? What happens when you reach the top? You defeat the Dark Prince and you walk away. How about sparing a thought for all of my kind, that you have so mercilessly popped? How about that!?
We're not here for your amusement, girl! Just you wait, I'm going to come down there and show you I'm not a blob to be messed with! See how you like it—*pop*
