This game lasted around an hour, Blitz getting several more head wounds. Finally, the two took a breather.

Rolling in the grass, Frolic asked Blitz, "What do you like to do besides play Blitzball?"

Blitz wobbled, probably from one too many smacks in the head. He glared at his blitzball before blinking towards Frolic. "Huh?" he asked. "Oh! Oh! What else do I like to do? Umm, well..." Blitz thought for a moment. "Besides Blitzball, eh? Well, I guess I like just about anything that's fun, you know? Just as long as it ain't hurtin' nobody, cause that's just not good. Sometimes I hang out with Imp, but usually not for long. It's hard getting along with the Commander, you know?"

Frolic cocked her head. "The Commander? Why do you call him that?"

"Huh?" Blitz asked again, a little tiny bit slow. "Oh! You mean Imp? Ah yes, Commander Imp. It's kind of like his nickname. He's very... uh... army like. You know anybody like that? He sure could use some pals, poor guy doesn't get out much."

"No I'm afraid I don't," Frolic answered. She thought about it a little more and said, "Fleet needs to get out more too. The only problem is that he's shy. So its pretty much his choice to stay bottled up inside.

"Hmm, sounds like they both need a girl. Somebody wild for Imp or somebody to make him loosen up a bit." Blitz sighed then and shrugged. "Anyways, what do you like to do?"