Blusaga

Gundham was slumped in the chair of metal and plastic as he watched his two-headed host travel back and forth in the little shack dubbed their home. It had been a while, and the stench of gasoline and sweet liquids had long since made home in Gundham's nostrils, not very pleasant, but not enough to cause the animal trainer to gag. "Kazuichi, do you need help?" Gundham asked, a little bored. "We got it!" One of the heads yelled, followed by a clang and crash. "I doubt either of you have an idea on how to get me back." The overlord sighed as he stood up and walked to the two-headed klutz as he was found buried under another scrap pile. "We do!" The pink-haired Kazuichi spat. "But...we don't know exactly." The brunette added. "Why the hell did you tell him that!?" Pink-hair hissed. "What do you mean?" Gundham asked. "Well, there are actually multiple ways to escape the underworld, but we can't remember which one has a balanced risk-reward ratio." The brunette