"Y-yes! No one could have came up that genius of a plan besides me." Joseph said, finally calming down and glancing at the strange yet wondrous stick of Old Spice. He, in turn, greedily grabbed it out of Simon's hands. He could come up with a better use for it than these two. He used the stick on the penguin that Simon was choking to death with a forceful hug. The penguin turned into a bearsharktopus. A friendly bearsharktopus. The bearsharktopus was a symbol of peace and victory where Joseph lived.<br/><br/>"This...this could only mean one thing..." Joseph whispered excitedly, getting on his knees. "Praise be to you, majestic creature! You had been leading us towards victory this whole time!"