Chapter 3
"Er...Mr. Philza, I believe you had announcements to make?" Mcgonnigal seemed a bit put off. "Ah, yes! Alright you shitters, get down here!" All the airborne people landed soundlessly as he started to speak. "I'll go from top to bottom. Okay. Ranboo tends to sleepwalk, so if you see him roaming the halls just prod him in the direction of a safer place. Please don't get him anywhere near water, it will hurt him and he will kill you. He can also teleport and he'll be helping with the rebuilding. He is an Enderian, which are sensitive to eye contact and actually take that as a challenge as a fight to injury, so I suggest you don't look at him in the eyes," said Enderian waved, teleporting with a zworp and reappearing in a flurry of purple sparks near the staff's table. "Charlie's a Slime, which means everytime you hit him enough times he just gets smaller and smaller until he reaches his limit, dies, and respawns. He'll be helping with the towers, too," said Slimeboy walked...er, bounced up to the front, almost making Sneeg fall off. "Hey!" "Oh, Sneeg is just naturally tiny," Scott added, snickering. "Anyways," Phil intervened before Sneeg could try to kill Scott. "Scott is very explosive, like he's already said, but he's also a severe insomnia due to his powers. Do not take any of his coffee unless you would like to explode,"