The Great Sael Adventure 1

As if you've said something mean, the Commodore makes a nearly artificial frown. The bottom parts of his lips nearly touch the floor. And they just... keep sagging. He begins to hyperventilate until his cheeks puff out, red and disgusting. His pupils dilate and his eyes seem to shrink, appearing like small black beads in the light. Even his ears begin to fluff out and deform and his wig falls off (with the hat remaining—like when you pull off a table cloth really fast but the silverware stays on the table). He pouts like a four-year-old child who never got the pony they wanted, remembering this at the age of 88 as they reflect on the things in life they never had. His nose swells from holding back tears. He begins to snivel, and an unfortunate amount of mucus secretes out of his lips.

The Commodore bears a striking, nearly artificial, resemblance to the famed blob fish. That is, if you can imagine a blob fish wearing a tri-corner hat. The wind stops. It is nothing but you and the saddened, nearly artificially greasy Commodore.

Alarmed by the size of his frown, you decide to pinch the Commodore until he cries so he can snap out of whatever this is.