The door opened, and a Wigglytuff walked in with a blank grin on his face. He marched straight past us, completely ignoring the guildmaster, and sat down in the guildmaster's chair as though he owned the place. He looked up at us with a wide smile. Magma tried to explain that it was the guildmaster's chair, but it seemed he already knew - according to him, he [i]was[/i] the guildmaster. To prove it, he took a giant, shiny apple from a drawer and balanced it on his head (as you do). After that display of complete incompetence, Magma seemed completely clueless as to why I was hesitant about joining. "Wait, why?" he said, "You'd be able to catch even more criminals like that Hudson guy, and stop others from doing what he did to you." Donovan pushed his way in front of us and announced that he wanted to join, too.

	"Yeah, but I'm not good at that stuff," I said. "I can't catch outlaws. I just like exploring and finding cool places, you know?" Then I leaned closer to them and whispered, "I think we need to leave. I don't like this - I think something shady is going on here. It was chaos earlier. Stuff like that doesn't happen in real guilds." On top of that, I had also just met them. Magma and Gren were okay enough, but Donovan looked like he wanted blood. Magma introduced himself to the Cutiefly that was waiting at the door, and I gave her a nervous smile.

	Magma had accepted the Wigglytuff's authority just like that, and he was already talking like he was a guild member. Meanwhile, I hadn't been here for a day, and already I'd run into a pickpocket, an out-of-control guild, and a fake guildmaster. Even the ocean looked like it wanted to kill us. Compared to this place, Scale City's crime rate was a joke.