adrian: lots of things i have eaten yes.

adrian: it tasted likes a bull horn.

adrian: oh. tasty.

*eats the horn*

adrian: oooh.. a demon?

*walks back out the gray box*

adrian: oh your alive.

*throws the galactian medicine at them*

adrian: drink it.

adrian: oh shit.

*he looks around for a bit.*

adrian: uhhh..

*goes back into the gray box.*

adrian: oh, yeah, uh, you probably don’t know what galactia is. its my home country from the planet ziphron, its why i’m a slime alien and not human. i’m the vessel there, which is basically just a fancy term for king. tuffy is the half-vesselas, which means she’s a queen, but the ‘half’ part means she was not in the prophecy to be the vesselas. anyways, this the royal medicine that is used on the kings and queens when they’re sick.

adrian: hmmm..

*he takes out some galactian liquid medicine.*

adrian: have you ever had galactian medicine before? uh, it works when tuffy is sick but i dunno if it works on humans.

adrian: awww shit. well i’m an alien, not an.. human, idk, angel, demon, thingamajig. i can’t do magic. can you do magic?

adrian: wait, do you still have samus tail? that tail is magical, right?

adrian: so we’re going to have to wait for like, 18, i dunno, 22 days!?”

adrian: damn.

*he searches in his mouth and finds a half full water bottle.*

adrian: found some.

*he buries the seeds and pours some water onto it.*

adrian: now we wait. wait, how long will it take to grow this?

adrian: huh.

*pulls out phone and googles how to plant grass seeds*

adrian: hmmm.. i need a shovel.

*pulls out a shovel from his mouth and digs a hole, and picks up the seed packet and pours the seeds into the hole.*

adrian: now i need water.

*insert view of completely empty, radioactive wasteland.*

adrian: hey sam, you got any water?

adrian: “well i always keep a few grass seed packets just incase the grass ever fully dies out.”

*he whips out a grass seed packet and throws it onto the floor violently*

adrian: how do you plant seeds again?

*adrian opens the door and the door is so weak it literally just falls onto the ground*

adrian: “yeah, this is a grassless wasteland. what do we do now?

adrian: oh man.. well we should probably get out of here, for all we know a nuclear war could’ve happened in this specific area and this very unstable gray box made of 12 cheap FedEx wood planks some screws and gray paper somehow survived.

adrian: okay. well.. why the hell are we in a gray room? how long have you been in this room for!?

adrian: oh, shes fine. but anyways i’m gonna vomit up jake and reform his body into a cyborg because i can and cyborg jake sounds epic even though he’s gonna be fucking suffering his whole life, wait, am i allowed to do that? i just need clarification to do that before i do it yknow

adrian: i have eaten jakes corpse

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