Those things aren't Digimon, I don't think. [Ken peers off screen, likely out the window at the worms crawling around.] First yesterday's shower of meteors, and now these overly large worms.

Does anyone know why things are getting more aggressive? Is it because of the revolutionaries?

[It's a lovely day for a picnic, isn't it? Carla is spread out on a checkered blanket with an assortment of snacks, watching something she finds terribly entertaining from afar. She picks at the fruit salad, popping pieces into her mouth with her fingers.

After a moment, she calls out a criticism,]

You could work on his aim a little.

[She lifts the device to turn the camera around, like a mother recording baby's first steps. Her little black and tan Shiba Inu is prancing excitedly around Archangel Michael, little bursts of flame exiting his mouth with every bounce.]

He's missing the worms.

[Michael waves at her, as if to tell her to shut up because she's being annoying, then kneels.]

Yeah, yeah. Hang on. Oi! [He's talking to the dog now.] Ya want ta have a treat? Then do this.

[And he fries a worm.]

Now you do it.

[The dog sits, staring up at Michael eagerly, only to send a fireball up into his face. Wrong target, Peanut. Michael just brushes the fire away because Angel of Fire.]

Wrong target, dumb ass. [He aims the dog's head at a worm.] That one.

[Peanut yips in confusion, inadvertently scorching the worm in front of him....]

Good dog! [Michael grins and offers him a treat. Then aims him at another.] Do it again!

[Oh hey. Praise. Peanut glances up at Michael, but definitely has it down now. Yip. Sizzle. Yip. Sizzle.]

[Carla claps, setting down the camera again to flop on her picnic blanket and carry on stuffing her face.]

I object -. [ Stiles' voice sounds kind of strained but when the camera lifts to his face he looks as okay as he ever is. Panicked but not exactly harmed. Of course the baseball bat ( weapon of choice, hands down ) across his shoulder is covered in a slick and sickly kind of fluid. That might be a bit of a giveaway in regards to what exactly caused that pitch in his voice.

If you're a part of the City, then what he's been bashing is pretty obvious. ] I object to the Deities using Tim Burton as their spirit guide. [ Shoes squelching as he moves out of the building line, back towards where his jeep is. The noise makes his face spasm in horror. ] No wait, violently opposed. That sounds better.

[ Slithering sounds from his right and he sighs. ] Anyone got any slugicide?

[The device is propped up on something and it's showing Nagito's squatting figure as he looks at the fragments of a meteor in the pavement.]

And I thought Jabberwock Island was crazy! I thought meteor showers were freak accidents that only happened in science fiction movies . . .

[He looks up at the buildings around him.]

Lucky that they didn't hit any of the apartment buildings, huh? [He gives the camera a veiled smile.]

Wait a minute. It's moving -

[He takes a step back. The meteor cracks open, and then a slithering, lightning-fast . . . worm??? . . . suddenly emerges from the fragments. Nagito lets out a yell as it snaps at him. It then slithers away, hissing angrily and devouring things in its path.]

What was that?!

Okay, I was fine with the worms. They're big, and sort of creepy, yeah...and okay, so one of them lunged at me earlier this morning, but apart from that, I was sort of okay with them...! I mean, we've had worse than really big space worms here...

But I will not...I repeat, I will NOT. Have them in the kitchen of the Dragon! They're eating everything....and not just the food!

Charlie, if you get a chance, you think you could help me deal with these things? Squishing them doesn't seem to be stopping them, and one of them tried to eat my frying pan...

Uh....everybody else, I'd recommend maybe not coming in to the Jasmine Dragon today, until I can get these worms under control...