#Translation Microbes

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

‘If this is ancient Greece, why are all the signs in English?’

‘The BOOTH automatically translates everything for you.’

‘And, what happens if I speak Greek? Like, “souvlaki”?’

‘Please don’t, it will only confuse the locals. Plus, souvlaki hasn’t been invented yet. It’d come off as gibberish.’

[freckleslikestars]

FARSCAPE | 1.06 Thank God It's Friday, Again.

[veshialles]

me: yeah anyway in this magic fueled fantasy realm, they've sort of invented two-way radios. they're rare bc they are very new, yet still surprisingly small, some people even clip them to their outfits for easy access. I think they'd probably look to be made of bronze, with some like copper details or a speaker mesh of some kind. they can also translate known spoken languages because they are magic-tech just like almost every other complex/powered machine within this world.

the humble farscape communication device prop:

[destinationtoast]

My grandmother sent me this endearing text check-in this morning

I'm sick and my grandmother just said she'd bring by "a fruit or two" and then showed up with these plus four grocery bags (tea, milk, juice, tea, yogurt drink, tissues, tea, oatmeal, some very fancy cheese, tea, plus three creme brulees???) 😭😭😭

[northgazaupdates]

9 March 2024

Photographer Youssef Iyad shares a message to the world from a woman in north Gaza. Instagram user hagarhesham28 was kind enough to provide a full English translation, reposted below:

"My message is that: if you want to help the Palestinians, help them in a dignified and respectful way; a way that keeps our heads up high with pride, just like the way we're staying on our land and enduring such conditions. We want aid to be distributed among people with justice and dignity.

Aid is dropped on the ground and gets broken, look at the kids! Look how they're collecting lentils and beans piece by piece because they have no food to eat. There's nothing, they're hungry. Our kids are dignified and have self respect, if it weren't for starvation you wouldn't have seen them like this. But now Palestinians are being humiliated only for some lentils? Where are Arab nations? Where is the world? They should speak about us and support us.

We want nothing but respect and dignity. Treat us with respect, if you're going to bring us aid, bring it in a respectful way, and bring it to our homes, UNRWA or some assigned centres. Don't throw it like that and force kids to be humiliated and collect it from garbage, among germs and microbes. We have enough (contamination) already."

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[the-breath-in-air]

Something that makes Farscape feel so bonkers (in a good way) is how they take an idea and just keep extrapolating from that to get every bit of story and characterization out of it they can.

Like, take Moya - a living ship. They could have just left it at, like, Moya occasionally having opinions that differ from the crews. But instead they take it much further...okay so if she's alive, then her species must reproduce. How do they do that? What happens when a leviathan is pregnant? What does giving birth look like? Are they a peaceful species or a violent one? What does it mean for a leviathan's identity if they are born with weapons? Do they have deities? If so, what are they like? What happens to leviathans as they age? How about when they die?

So on and so forth.

Or take the translator microbes. It'd be too easy to have translator microbes literally translate everything all the time and be forgotten after the first episode. But instead the show calls back to them occasionally. There's the old Luxon language that the microbes don't know. There's Sikozu, who can't use translator microbes.

It's worldbuilding, yes...but only through the lens of the experiences of the characters on screen. So it doesn't feel like lore-dumping. And yet everything keeps building off of what came before. So it feels grounded and bonkers at the same time.

Anyway I really like this show.

[gribnayamt]

Ace microbe

Ace microbe - a new species of very evil and dangerous microbes

translate: you shouldn't have yelled at me

[garblegarden]

Palindromes have a bunch of different words for colors, each based on the colors of their surroundings. For example, the "color of water" is usually blue, and the "color of soil" is usually brown. However, each biome often has unique species and terrain which confuses things.

For example, this saltpan palindrome and tundra palindrome have two different words for red. The saltpan palindrome calls red "the color of water" because pools in the saltpan are filled with red microbes. The tundra palindrome calls red "the color of ash leaves" because the groundcover in their territory turns red when reacting with ash from a volcanic eruption. Tundra palindromes don't have a specific word for "water color" but they'd probably describe water as the color of a leaf who has reacted with acidic substances. (The tundra is one big pH indicator. I should draw it sometime...)

Palindrome ecotypes mostly have their own languages, but are easily translated. It just gets confusing when you two are both talking about something being the color of dirt, but one of you means orange while the other means grey.

Most of them have six colors: dark, light, "person colored", "leaf colored", "soil colored" and "water colored". Palindromes from regions where "plants" regularly change colors often have two "leaf colored" words, and some have more or less depending on what their surroundings are.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

literary & character tropes (pt. 3)

Tropes - themes, motifs, plot devices, plot points, and storylines that have become familiar genre conventions

All writers manipulate language to create certain effects. At the level of individual phrases and sentences, the skillful use of tropes is key to creating writing that’s fresh, memorable, and persuasive.

The Kirk: The balancer/combination of logic and emotion. Usually, The Kirk is The Captain or a similar leader who needs to be practical rather than emotional or distant.

Learnt English from Watching Television: When a writer wants to acknowledge that some foreigner or alien would not speak English, rather than just having Aliens Speaking English or not having the sort of setting with Translator Microbes, they'll have the character pick up the language from, of all things, TV and radio transmissions.

Magical Barefooter: Magicians, sorcerers, mystics, characters with psychic powers, magical or divine/godlike qualities are frequently depicted as eschewing footwear.

Neologism: A made-up word.

Omniglot: A character who can speak many languages.

Person as Verb: A person's name is used as a verb pertaining to an action appropriate to the person's behavior and reputation.

The Quisling: The puppet leader of a collaborationist government, appointed by a foreign military occupation. Often the first against the wall when the revolution comes.

Rouge Angles of Satin: A spelling mistake results in a whole different word.

Spoonerism: Switching the first letters of two words (e.g. saying "whack and blight" instead of "black and white").

Turn Coat: A character who changes sides and provides assistance to the other side.

If these writing notes helped with your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

More: Literary & Character Tropes

[mysticstronomy]

WHAT IS THE KARDASHEV SCALE??

Blog#431

Wednesday, August 28th, 2024.

Welcome back,

What might we find: little green men or microbes? How might we find them: radio waves or strange chemicals in the planet's atmosphere? Something no one has even thought of yet?

Over the decades, scientists considering the possibility of life beyond Earth have pondered what such life might look like, how humans might be able to identify it from afar — and whether communication between the two worlds might be possible.

That thinking has included developing classification systems ready to fill with aliens. One such system is called the Kardashev scale, after the Soviet astronomer who proposed it in 1964, and evaluates alien civilizations based on the energy they can harness.

The Kardashev scale is a classification system for hypothetical extraterrestrial civilizations. The scale includes three categories based on how much energy a civilization is using.

Kardashev describes type I as a "technological level close to the level presently attained on the Earth," type II as "a civilization capable of harnessing the energy radiated by its own star" and type III as "a civilization in possession of energy on the scale of its own galaxy."

Each type also includes a numerical cut-off for the energy involved, but those weren't arbitrary cut-offs. "He used things that are easy to visualize," Valentin Ivanov, an astronomer at the European Southern Observatory who has built on Kardashev's work, told Space.com.

"I'm almost tempted to say it's a publicity stunt, these comparisons that he uses to make it easier for people to understand."

Kardashev's scale is included in a five-page paper published in 1964 and called "Transmission of information by extraterrestrial civilizations." (The paper was originally published in Russian, but an English translation was published the same year.)

Although the scale is what caught people's imaginations, "Transmission of information by extraterrestrial civilizations" focuses on calculating how powerful a light signal from any point of the universe would need to be for radio scientists at the time to detect it.

This value is also the numerical cut-off for the energy use of a type II civilization.

Nikolai Kardashev was a Soviet and Russian astrophysicist who died in 2019. Kardashev was roughly contemporary with early search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI) leaders like Frank Drake, who published his famous equation three years before Kardashev's paper; Giuseppe Cocconi and Philip Morrison, who predicted what an extraterrestrial signal might look like; and Freeman Dyson, who pondered ways alien civilizations could surpass the limits of a planet.

In addition to his scale, Kardashev developed a technique called very-long-baseline interferometry (VLBI), which uses a global network of radio dishes as one radio telescope the size of Earth. Perhaps most famously, VLBI is used by the Event Horizon Telescope to observe black holes, including producing the first ever black hole image, published in 2019.

Kardashev also proposed supplementing Earth-based network VLBI observatories with space-based telescopes to increase its observing power even more. He advocated for the Russian mission RadioAstron, which launched in 2011, to do just this sort of work, according to a review of VLBI developments.

Originally published on https://www.space.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, August 31st, 2024)

"IS THERE MORE ANTI MATTER THAN MATTER??"

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Would it make sense if the BOOTH’s translation abilities

could be simply switched off like a light?

‘So, they speak English here?’

‘Oh, no, no. They speak some blend of a bunch of Earth languages, some of which don’t exist yet in your time.’

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Episode three - Dead men's secrets

You sit at Charlie's bedside, his small hand in yours.

"Nurse Hatty, could you listen to his chest, I'm sure there is something wrong?" You ask the head nurse. She puts down the sheets in her hands and walks over, picking up a stethoscope. The cold brass makes the boy flinch.

"you may be right. Give me a moment I'll fetch the Doctor." She darted off.

"It's okay Charlie boy, the doctor is coming." You reassure him.

Jack was there swiftly, listening to his chest and checking his pulse and temperature.

"He shouldn't be dying." Jack sighed. You stand and round the bed coming to his side, taking hold of his arm.

"Is there nothing you can do?" You ask. Jack's eyes dart to your hand.

"Here comes Princess Witch Face." Hetty whispered. Your sister came rushing up to you both.

" Doctor, can I see you in the morgue?" Jack followed her pulling you along beside him having scooped your hand into his elbow. The morgue was a sight you had wished you would never see and the smell was just as bad. Belle darted around grabbing up a cloth from one of the bodies.

"The cloth was on his wound and the infection's gone. Look. There."

"The what?" Jack asked.

" The cloth. Had carbolic acid on it. Look, no rot." Belle repeated.

"Right, so...?"

"So, I've done some reading, all night, actually, and there was a chap called "Pasteur"."

"Pasta?" You laugh at the confusion in his voice.

'Pasteur." You repeat the name.

"Like, French pasta?" Jack joked.

"Discovered something called "germs". Microbes. Causes fermentation in wine." Belle explained.

"Right. Except, we're not making wine." You calrify.

"But then, Lister..."

"Who?" Jack interrupted.

"Lister at Edinburgh Royal connected microbes to infection. So, if fermentation and infection are caused by an organic property rather than spontaneous generation or miasma..." Your sister went on.

"Is there a translation of all of this?" Jack looked back at you.

"We can cure infection with carbolic acid." Belle finished

"This might save Charlie." You say with hope.

"The acid we use to treat sewage?" He looked between the two of you.

"Exactly. Look at the cloth line." She pointed to the corpse on the table. Jack looked closely at it, how the infection seemed to have begun to heal before he'd died.

"Hmm. We need to cut him open and see whether your cloth's stopped the rot beneath the skin." He announced.

"Clearly. I've never cut a man before." She states looking at the scalpel he offered.

"You can't hurt him any further." He smirked, handing the scalpel to Belle, "wait, y/n are you okay staying here for this?" He asks. Both Belle and you smile.

"I am not squeamish, Jack." Settling yourself on the stool across the room. Jack looked between the two of you.

"The two of you are something else." He sighed. The pair worked easily to open the corpse and peer inside. Curiosity took over you and you walked closer.

"This is how it all works. Somewhere in there is how we think, and feel and love. And die?" You say, Jack looks at you. Belle does not miss the adoration in his eyes.

"It is so much more than plumbing" she pulls his attention back to the job.

"No rot." She says triumphantly.

"Let's test it on Charlie." You suggest.

"No, wait." Jack stops you both. " What these... What did you call them?"

" Microbes." Belle reminds him.

" Right. How do we know they exist?"

"We postulate. Based on the symptomatic presentation..." Belle began to explain.

" Words. Use words." Jack huffed

"We can't see them, but we know they're there." Belle matched his tone.

"So, you want to kill invisible bugs with an acid usually used to treat raw sewage?"

"Yes."

" And your only proof of this, so far, is from some books and this corpse, which can't feel any pain." His words deflated your excitement.

"I've read all about this. Trust me." Belle implored him.

"The boy is dying." You say.

" No, except I don't! But I might, given more time and with further proof, but I just had to teach a procedure that a half-drunken teenage apprentice could do blindfolded."

"Yes. And the shock of an acid burn might kill him even quicker."

" Do you care about him at all?" Belle asked.

" I care very deeply. Find a way of making carbolic acid work without injuring him, then you can use it on Charlie. Until then, the answer is very much "sod off." Jack marched toward the door.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" Belle turned to him.

"I do apologise. Sod off, Milady. And I speak to everyone like this." He went to storm from the room.

"Jack?"

He sighed turning back to you.

"I'm sorry." He held his hand towards you and you took it following him into the main corridor.

"She can do it." You say to him.

"If you believe in her, then so do I. Maybe you could help her with it?" He suggests.

*_*_*_*_*

"It's too strong. It's still too strong." Belle sighs. She had covered the kitchen table with a number of dead pigs and carbolic acid. You had been watching her for hours as she worked.

"Where is the coconut ice?" Fanny asked looking at the mess

" I think it's under the pig. Could I borrow one of your arms?" Belle spoke absently.

"Of course not. Will you two ever stop with these experiments and look for husbands?" She said annoyed.

"I'm sorry Fanny, my sweet little sister. Take your Mr Smales and your ladies to the ice shop." You say handing your purse across to her.

"Oh, thank you Sister. That is very generous of you." She turned and rushed her friends out.

Happy to be alone Belle went back to her experiments as you watched. After a few more hours the pigs no longer burned so she decided to try it on human skin, pulling her dress up.

"No, you need your legs. Try it on me." You say.

"y/n I can't."

"I'm the eldest, you do as I say." You lift your dress up and put your foot on the chair, revealing the skin above your knee. Holding her breath Belle poured the acid onto your leg. It hurts instantly, burning you. Trying not to scream you rush to the sink and place a cold cloth over the burn. It didn't help you needed more help so you ran outside where an ice bucket was standing. You grab it up into the cloth and rest the ice against your skin. Belle followed you seeing her sister playing with her perfume bottle.

"I have an idea." She says, the two of you rush back to the house. Grabbing another perfume bottle from Fanny's room.

*_*_*_*

You had left Belle to continue her experiments with the acid and rushed into town to find Jack. You wanted desperately for him to have faith in your sister's work. The sun was beating down on you and your leg stung below the cotton of your bloomers. You had already been to the hospital and been told Jack was out so you were walking the streets searching for him. Hope was leaving you until you spotted him amongst the crowd in the market. Not too far away you see Darius stepping onto an orange box. He announced a chance for a contender to fight against Aputi.

The Doctor turns away, as the large man begins to pursue him. Thinking quickly you rush towards him.

"There you are." You say loudly.

" Lady y/n, Please let me escort you." He takes your hand and places it around his arm.

" Are we going to talk about the enormous man pursuing you?" You ask, glancing back at Aputi.

" Er, no. Let's not."

"And you're hurt. Here, come on." He pulls you into a side alley and drops down in front of you. Without thinking he begins to pull up your dress. The shaky breath that leaves you makes him look up, "Sorry, is this all right?" He asks.

"Right. Belle has had a breakthrough with the acid." You announce

"Clearly. Look, your dress is dissolving." He points to the broken silk of your skirt. "Oh." You press on the wound without thinking, flinching at the pain.

" I don't see how else you'd fix it." You say. With a nod he rolls the material up and uses a salve from his pocket. With two fingers he rubs it on to your skin, it's stings at first but as he rubs the pain lessens. You both look at each other. The intimacy of the moment catching in your throat.

"Belle knows how to stop it burning." You say trying to steady yourself as he raises to his full height.

"She can test it on Charlie when it's ready. I trust you." He whispers before darting away, leaving you flustered.

Belle missed dinner that evening, you made excuses for her feeling unwell; knowing for well she was at the hospital. You hoped little Charlie was doing better with the help of Belle's acid. You had already decided you would visit first thing in the morning. As you sat around the table your father was talking about the payload being stolen, something clicked in your brain.

Part four

[makoredeyes]

What do you think the Siddharta Golem was back in the Golden Age? Must have been different enough to Rasputin to be considered his son but we really don't know anything about him.

It’s wild! Because even Rasputin becomes fairly verbose about Felwinter, but not what or who he was before he was risen. (Props to dad for not deadnaming his kid I guess??!?* except I still have this funny impression that Felwinter never liked his risen name much SOOOO )

But Siddhartha. His namesake is telling of course- gone out to wander the world and see it for all its goods and bads first hand, to grossly over simplify things.

Rasputin himself tags the activation record with the quote, "Experience is the teacher of all things." Which sure compounds the intent there.

But looking at that same log, yano Rasputin’s code is always cryptic and full of prose but this one has to be absolute THICKEST of them all:

>>AMYGDALA VOTIVE GRASP>>

V149GAQ145CB120

AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//GOLEM//INTERROGATIVE

IMMEDIATE ACTION ORDER

This is a SUBTLE ASSETS IMPERATIVE (NO HUMAN REVIEW) (NO AI-COM REVIEW) (secure/AUTARCH).

Initiate SIDDHARTHA GOLEM upload at DSC-342 to assess integrity of moral structures.

Stand by for CRITERIA:

Under PASSAGE (obsolesce/SIDEREAL):

If NANOBE SONDER is IVORY

If HAMMURABI is ACTIVE and passes human review under context TURING

If DURYODHANA is in FAILURE and passes AI-COM review under context IDES

Set spectrum certification to SMARAGDINE

Else, stand by for CONTINGENT ACTION ORDER:

Set spectrum certification to AMARANTHINE

Initiate human review unless tactical morality is built at MIDNIGHT

"Experience is the teacher of all things."

STOP STOP STOP V149GAQ145CB121

——

I had started to unpack this at one point and got a little lost because Big Red is going WAY the fuck out there with some of his prose in this one. We see the term Sidereal a few times in Destiny lore it’s a fun one they like to use but is a weird term to drop here for example, and as best I can conclude might infer something like “long shot” but like. That’s not really what it means either. So there’s some stuff here that doesn’t really translate and then the fucker uses SMARAGDINE which is a shade of green. GREEN. He means green. Like go.

So like. Even without unpacking everything Tldr the old man is feeling extra poetic he’s having some feels about this and he’s also doing this totally on his own without review from humans or other AI-COMs, specifically in secret. So safe to assume we can confirm yeah Siddhartha was pretty important to Rasputin from the very start.

**I will add that the juxtaposition of NANOBE, which is a form of microbe, a tiny life if you will, and SONDER together really does give me the impression of like. A child. A sort of parental wonder at a tiny individual. But that is a WHOLE LOT of inference.

[horsesource]

“I’d fill my pockets with rocks. Or sit on the ground and stack rocks all over my body. And the rocks would tell me about my own solidity. They’d tell me about being part of mountains. And avalanches and mudslides. And volcanoes. And all the other things rocks know about. A small piece of granite in my hand would tell me about the smell of sun on a granite mountainside.

They told me I was part of the world too. Of the larger world. Many people say the world when they really mean the social world of human beings. The world is so much bigger than that. They told me that even if no human being told me this in my lifetime, that I do have a place in the world. A very small, particular place just for me. They said that everyone has a place like that. And that when I am done with my place in the human world, I will turn into all the animals and fungi and plants and microbes that will likely eat my remains. And then I will have other places in the world entirely. I may yet be a redwood tree when I grow up, just like some rocks turn into sand in the ocean.

Until now, I’ve never been able to fully express what all those rocks and stuff did for me. It was a surreal period of time. When I was online or with people, the main message I got was I didn’t exist. And even when the people weren’t around, their general behavior patterns followed me telling me I was a worthless, unreal waste of space. Then I’d go out to the rocks, in my driveway and elsewhere, and suddenly I had a place in the world and everything made sense. They didn’t tell me all these things in words. They told me through the patterns of what they were and where they’d been and what connections they had to other things. It’s hard to translate it into words or ideas, and harder still to translate into the dead, disconnected world that the mainstream culture wanted me to believe in.

So the rocks, the slugs, the dirt, the trees, and the fungus seemed to have no problem with being in the same world as me, and letting me know in so many ways that I belonged there. It was human beings that shut me out. The only thing I could write of it at the time: ‘I walk inside and I disappear; I walk outside and I have a place in the world again’”

Mel Baggs

[cosmica-galaxy]

Finally! The Clock mimic! = + Clock mimics are very rare and are on par of threat levels rivaling TV mimics. + Similar to TV mimics, these mimics also attempt to copy the powers of the units they are copying. However, instead of having the ability to stop time, they move INSANELY fast. This mimic can move in milliseconds to mere seconds depending on distance. For example, if this mimic was on top of a building, it would be able to be at the bottom within a few seconds. Giving it the illusion of time manipulation. + These types of mimics DO NOT have mouths. Instead, they feed through their hands...however. They do not eat organic matter. + Clock mimics don't eat anything, but will devour the very LIFE from their victim through their grasping claws, also known as a "death grip". They are a magical type of mimic that is capable of stealing life from their prey. Leaving behind a completely intact husk of a body that no longer responds to stimulus and behaves in a comatose state. + They don't just drain the lives from living victims either. They are capable of draining life from plants, animals, insects, creatures, and even microbes! + They take the energy they steal from their prey and store it inside of their body. This "soul" energy is converted into a type of sugar over time that feeds the body of the mimic from within. This can sustain the mimic for many months at a time and it can even hibernate if it devours enough energy to last it YEARS. Once it runs low, the mimic begins to hunt again. + How to know when one of these mimics is in the area is to identify if the location is a "dead zone". Look for dead trees and bodies that are completely unharmed, if these ticks have been checked, avoid the area. + This mimic does not drain the life from other mimics nor units. Draining life from another mimic is considered cannibalism to them, The units are never really confronted, even if they pass through a dead zone. For one reason or another, this mimic chooses to avoid the alliance. + This mimic communicates via telepathy. It can include or exclude whomever it wishes to communicate with. + Due to being made up mostly of organic parts, this mimic is unaffected by magnets.

+While some details are obvious to help point out these mimics, you can look for the better hiders by watching which way their clock hands tick. The hands will ALWAYS click counter clockwise. + This mimic is not only capable of incredible speed, but also levitation. + They have their own written language that is non-translated to others outside of their own community. They are fully capable of writing and reading this said language. Translation is difficult. + They have a special use. When a large mimic of this species dies from it's inevitable "death spiral", the head of the fallen mimic can be collected, as the life energy it collected is contained within, even after death. Making them a VERY powerful source of energy to power large machines. This could be why they avoid the alliance. + They are unfamiliar with humans and don't view them as prey, similar to drill and speaker mimics. + Powerful versions of these mimics are able to conjure up familiars of the souls they devoured and can even bend ethereal lightning. + Their young are called "Clicks".

[bpgpfesyi]

rhythm heaven fever characters (most of them anyway) translated 100 times!

Girl - investigate 

Marshal - Apply the law

Cam - you sleep

Ms. Ribbon - connective tissue

Male Golfer - golf

Monkey (Hole in One)- You are right

Mandrill - Remove the sand.

Screwbots (Robots) - A dream is a dream

See and Saw - truth

A Boy - This is what you asked for

His Crush - This is your failure 

Weasel Couple - A Welsh couple

Monkey and Frogs - The Monkey and the Frog

Fork - Home

The Executives - Head 

Assistant - Therefore;

Monkey (Assistant)- for a specific purpose

Small Monkeys - i have a monkey 

Dough Dudes - The boy is missing.

Mr. Game and Watch - Save the disc

Widget - I’ll bring some wine

Baxter and Forthington - Viruses and money

Muscle Doll - canned meat 

Reporter and Wrestler - Journalist and director 

Employee 333-4-591032 - Personal 333-4-591032

Microbe - The monk said:

Demons - House

Pinwheel Girl and another child- More news for women and children

Ann Glerr - Anna Galerová

Quicknibble - Good day

Pausegill - neck

Threefish - three

Flippers - Are you there?

Captain Tuck - Captain Tucker

Slugger - neck

Pitcher - I bless you

Monkey Umpire - ape culture

The Huebirds of Happiness - happy animal

Rhythm Rockets - Get the videos

Uhh… these guys? - You do bad things

Love Posse feat. MC Adore - I love working with Hello Mike

Bossa and Nova - I broke my leg and it hurt a lot.

The Tall Tappers - small battery

The Shrimp Scamperers - They eat wild animals

School Library Pep Squad - Commission for Education Reform

Bunny Man (Samurai Slice 2) - It’s a rabbit

Female Golfer - artist

Dough Person (?) (Working Dough 2) - E-mail address 

Cat (Remix 9) - One day after the cycle

Hato-kun, Mezamashi-kun and Omame-chan (Wake-Up Caller) - Hardwell, Lord Miles and Mr.

Kasuke and Kosuke - know yourself

Lady Cupid - The rest are women

Girl’s Basketball Team - Women’s soccer team

Frog and Frog Princess - Frog and heat

Chameleon and Flies - they have color

Clap Trap Doll - 2 books

Driver (Toy Car) - a pilot

Pirate Captain Jackie and her crew - Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew.

Police Call Guy - Call the police!

Mr. Hi-Hat (yes, that is really his name) - Community acceptance 

Rhythm Fighters - We are not like that.