You do that.
And the gryphon seems to be snarling at you.>>446972
Something along the lines of finding your hat went terribly wrong.
Something like the part where, from the cowgirl hat, an endless stream of yet more parasprites comes forth.
Serves you right for hiding that one piece of staircase you couldn't finish in there. Now it's gone and the
parasprites ate it.
And they found your rope.
Wait what are they doing.
That's the moment where you should scream them to stop.
Too late, you are bound like a salami to the bars of the creepy old goat's cell.
A pair of those parasprites are hi-fiving with their small black feet.
As to complete the job, another pair of parasprites put the hat on your muzzle and tie it down tight, silencing you!>>446971
"Cadet, do you confirm this?"
Roast looks conflicted.
"S-sir, up until where I was with t-th-"
He's cut short by the floor disappearing under him.
The floor in the captain's room has been eaten by parasprites! Countless hordes of them!
Everyone is now down in the holds, surrounded by the creatures.
Buttermilk has been tied with many passings of rope to one of the cells, and she's gagged.And now pause because I have to think up this fight.