Perhaps another day and another social rank later they could return to these thoughts of identity.

"Huh." Those sure were lots of interesting words Eight had said. He could just nod his head at the science of microbes, and easily see the appeal of an easy cleanup. He was not sure if all of that meant that Eight's sock would be dry or if he was sticking a squishy sock in his shoe, but that was not the thing that was going to be questioned.

"... What does a Turf War entail?"