Dr. STONE (Dr.STONE)

It's bad.

Why-man must know what we're up to because he's sending us a message.

D-O.

Y-O-U.

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Oh, snap.

Nice.

The enemy saved us the trouble of initiating contact.

I like it.

Let's send a reply in every language we know.

It's on.

Shouldn't we think twice before pissing off an omnicidal maniac?

Now, here's a thought.

Welp, he's rudely ignoring my well-crafted overtures.

And he also stopped sending those creepy signals from the moon.

Yet it was far from a fruitless endeavor.

We picked up some fun facts.

To start, we confirmed Why-man is acting with intent.

He likes to dole out warnings, but has no desire to respond to our messages.

He clearly thinks he's superior.

Meaning, he likely won't lose his cool and rain down a bunch of medusas.

Well, not in the immediate future anyway.

You're saying that it's only a matter of time

before Why-man loses his patience, so he should hurry and get our butts up to the moon.

We'll knock on his door, right at the signal's origin.

Wait, we're doing what now?

We're going to fly there and land?

Like for realsies, we're not just going there to orbit around the thing

and legit be hippity hopping all over the surface?

What's the point of going there otherwise?

It's the only way to secure a face to face with old Why-man.

We're sailing around the world

solely to gather materials and build what we need to get there.

A rocket engine, a spaceship, and a space suit.

Those are the three essential ingredients for a successful lunar landing.

Our next destination is in Spain.

We're grabbing some fluorite in the city of Barcelona.

And what's that do?

Without that stuff, we wouldn't be able to construct the spaceship or our spacesuits.

Time to set sail

to the birthplace of the Age of Discovery, the Mediterranean Sea.

Fluorite

a mineral that emits light when it's heated.

It's a fundamental material in astronautic technology.

I want it.

Likewise I also harbor a burning desire.

There's a treasure I've long dreamed of obtaining in the stone world.

Easure-tray?

We'll be taming the Mediterranean.

I won't stop until I get my greedy hands on it.

My treasure.

A boatload of olive oil.

What about the fluorite?

I desire fluorite and olive oil.

Desire is noble, after all.

We'll sail the high seas in our new ship and get what we're after.

Every last thing.

Across the Atlantic to Spain, the land of passion.

We're coming for you, Barcelona.

You're throwing around so many names, it's kind of hard to know exactly what to expect.

Well, suffice it to say, we're going farther than you could fathom.

Color me surprised, we actually made it all the way here in just a week.

The new Perseus truly is a marvel.

I hate to interrupt your celebration, but those olives are calling my name.

Hey, Chelsea, do your thing.

Okey doke.

Stand back and let me cook.

I thought you said we were in a big rush?

We'll need to set up camp before we can get rolling anyway.

Gotta have food, clothing, and shelter.

So yeah, no reason we shouldn't enjoy a little Spanish sightseeing.

As though there are any sights to see.

We're in the stone world.

Treasure map secured.

Then off we go.

Those olives won't harvest themselves.

That pleasure will be ours.

Nice.

We'll leave the olives to the king of greed.

He wants them, so there's a 10,000,000,000% chance he'll get them.

We'll throw the crushed olives in a centrifuge

and squeeze out the oil.

Figures.

Even cooking is a science.

Say what?

Oh, I know what you're after.

One of those spinny machines you told me about.

Finished.

It's done?

I'm starting to believe that our master craftsman could make stuff like that in his sleep.

It's time.

I've craved this moment for so long.

At last, our dinner table is about to become exceedingly sumptuous.

Made with fresh extra virgin olive oil,

las gambas al ajillo.

And over there, a dish I called the carefree fisherman's Mediterranean pasta.

Somehow that elaborate name makes this even more exciting.

So good.

I didn't realize how much I've missed the taste of olive oil.

Finally feels like we're in Spain.

If you want to experience a country, start at the dinner table.

Those of us from Ishigami Village have never had anything like this.

This food is so good, it's bad.

Gracias, amiga!

"WE HAVE MORE IF YOU'D LIKE."

You're a freaking machine.

Since when do you know how to habla Espanol?

I picked it up from the South Americans that we had revived.

It was simple, though I'm not yet fluent.

I firmly believe the first step to building trust with the locals is to show respect for their culture.

And I totes couldn't agree more.

You're def the host with the most.

You're too kind.

Es delicioso!

I think he's saying it's really yummy.

Sí, gracias.

Gracias?

I've heard that before, but I don't know what it means.

A common phrase.

It means "thank you."

Muchas gracias!

And a big "gracias" to you, too.

You know something?

Learning another language is just a blast.

I'd say it's 10,000,000,000% proper and otes-tay bad.

That's real impressive.

Yep, you're otally-tay starting to sound like us.

We're reviving so many people these days.

We gotta make sure we can feed them.

All this delicious food is making me crave a sweet treat to round it out with.

You're speaking my language.

What the hell? I'm friend, not food.

It's fine.

You're the scavenger king, right?

You're used to being chased by wild beasts.

And that's what makes you the perfect bait.

This is really bad.

Wild bulls?

Keep running.

We're in Spain, with bulls.

That can only mean one thing.

When were you planning to tell us you're an atador-may? Ha ha.

I'm not.

Chalk it up to hours of gaming and pure guts.

I'm just glad those guts of yours are still intact.

By combining milk and olive oil,

we can make a delicious Spanish sweet.

Let's toss in a dash of potato starch too, so they stay chewy after cooling.

Are you paying us?

With coins?

We couldn't let all that super alloy go to waste.

Their worth is derived from the inherent value of the metal.

I've never crossed paths with such kind hearted youngsters.

You use your brilliant minds and incredible science to blaze a path in this new world.

You have much power in your fingertips,

yet you're using it to rebuild our nation.

You've made no attempt to conquer us.

Hold your thanks.

It's not out of the kindness of our hearts.

You happen to be talking to the king of greed who wants everything.

He's not lying.

We're gallivanting from one country to the next in our attempt to revive everyone.

I'm afraid we just haven't the time to spare for conquest.