The island is just a glorified sweatshop we build for the evil mastermind Tataru.

We got promised our own paradise but everything we build is for the mammets while our only sleeping space is completely in the open next to the mammet shop, like we are some underpaid guest worker/slave to them.

Wake up people! We don't own this island, the island owns us! (But at least Merlwyb bought us hotpants...)

So reject the false promise of this green hell! Until we get our own small own cottage! No more treehouses for the mammets! No more hotsprings for them! No more lighthouses with no interior and no function! And soon, please no weird monuments that look like rollercoasters! We saved the damn universe, we deserve more than a stupid little bed!