{{ i do think its kind of funny they "get along" with big shot spam of all people. its like a baby duck imprinting on that one uncle who probably runs a crypto scam
{ It's holding a crayon. What will it do? Will it finally color itself with care? Will it finally b }
{ It's holding a crayon. What will it do? Will it finally color itself with care? Will it finally b }
The dead were thrown into the fire. They, too, were byproducts of a much more important process.
... { Shoving a flower in its mouth. Shoving another flower in its mouth. }
{{ had a really funny mental image. i could not find the original image but like vessel and gabi. the playdough kid who gets mad when u get mad. like a dog
whhh { little hands clinging to Spamton's jacket with a death grip as they're carried. } { ... they just splat onto the floor. }
( picking them up by the underarms and carrying them to a section of hard floor like when a cat has a hairball )
. { looking like they're about to puke again }
Not what I asked
{{ "The food here would nourish you, you'd starve."
. You mean in the dark world? The food here would nourish you, you'd starve. You can visit though. [ That though crossed their mind again. And it wouldn't leave. It was in detail, they could almost hear the glass breaking. ] The flowers like visitors I'm sure.