[Kevin has dashed towards the dying room. His original plan was to find privacy to use his powers. It is really unfortunate that Mister Gilbert is such a good person.
He would have certainly gotten his face smitten off if Kevin had not spotted him a few seconds in advance.
And so Mister Gilbert is met with the strange tableau of Mister Cecil standing on the dinning table (shoeless, naturally), index finger pointing at the ceiling in a rather commanding manner while dozens of angry penguins besiege him from beneath. The honking sounds are deafening, but Kevin manages to speak loud enough to be heard:]
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He would have certainly gotten his face smitten off if Kevin had not spotted him a few seconds in advance.
And so Mister Gilbert is met with the strange tableau of Mister Cecil standing on the dinning table (shoeless, naturally), index finger pointing at the ceiling in a rather commanding manner while dozens of angry penguins besiege him from beneath. The honking sounds are deafening, but Kevin manages to speak loud enough to be heard:]
W-What are you doing?!