Oh no! The messengers are shaken off, though a few remain steadfast and dedicated, clinging to his pant leg until the very last. One gets pulled almost entirely out of the portal they all loiter in and leaves its silly stick-like legs and blocky feet dangling before it thumps to the floor and slides back into waist depth in the bubbling silver.

Perhaps hoping to explain their adoration and excitement, one messenger gets to work on some drawings. It glances up every now and again as if taking stock of Majima's features, like a toiling caricature artist. It looks proud and eager by the time it offers up its labour.