Luna sat in the dream, having conjured a comfy pillow for herself. She watched the strange creature in front of her.
"So... thou hath a weapon named after us?" she asked.
The Inkling simply rolled his eyes. His voice sounded like he was speaking underwater.
"Yeah."
Luna grinned. "Can you show it to us?"
Another eye-roll. The Inkling pulled out a gun that looked rather like a large plastic egg with a handle. He pointed it at Luna's face. Then he pulled the trigger.
The unnamed Inkling walked away with a satisfied grin, leaving Luna covered in ink.