My teacher is an octipussen. She’s grading tests, writing on the board, and telling us all to be quiet. She’s like a tornado in a classroom.

My friend is an octipussen. He’s eating a burger, playing a video game, and trying to talk to his crush. He’s a lunatic.

My mom is an octipussen. She’s cooking, talking to her sister, and trying to remember where she put her keys. She’s a wizard.