Dear Manual,

They want to see my skills. They don't know who I am, but I won't be able to last long. In this state... I'll probably die before that. They want to add me to their octarian army. I'd be the oddball out! I'm an INKLING for cod's sake! Not and octarian like those slimy little- OUCH!

Ow... I guess they didn't want me to insult their octarian "nature" either way... I have to train with them. I don't know how i'm going to do so. I'm so weak and everything! Every single octotrooper is going to make fun of me for being so weak...

That's it... I got it. Revenge. This is perfect... To perfect... Just you wait...

Signed,

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