Atlas slams his jaws shut behind the last of them, swallowing heavily to drag them all down at once. His stomach was half-full with the water that he had swallowed whilst using whirlpool. He drifts to the surface contentedly. "Excellent work, Stardust," he complements. "Now, get over here and tend to my wounds."<br/>"Y-y-yes, Mr. Atlas, sir," comes the terrified reply as the little minccino runs over to help as quickly as she can.