It was supposed to please and entertain them, but all of them dislike it instead. A total failure. In my dog will simply erupt.

     Fortunately, the concept of eruption is under jurisdiction of King #9. Don't be mistaken: they are many.

     Everyday, they gather along the skyline to defeat the heat and celebrate the moon. Yet the moon is no human being. The outcome of the ceremony is unpredictable.