Soooo….how’s everybody doing? Feel free to vent in the comments if you’d like. Everything is so off :(

At least we’re still probably better off than these doofuses.

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Prozac looked at him in utter confusion, side eyed the kitchen implement, then noticed the dead arm hanging from Evil’s shoulder. His snout wrinkled. “Shit. We need to go.” Evil barely noticed as Prozac grabbed his shoulder. “Evil, I think your arm is rotting, can’t you smell that?!”

Evil’s eyes glazed over, then he shook his fur and shrugged off Prozac’s paw. “Now that you mention it, yep. Must be the frog in boiling water thingy.” Then he bent and started sweeping his colander through the coloured smear coiling around their feet. The water strained out, leaving a smear of green. He shoved the colander under Prozac’s nose in triumph. Prozac blinked, coming to a miserable realization. 

Evil squinted, and conjured a bucket. His nose started to bleed. “I’ve got this! Just buy me some time!” Then he banged the colander upside down into the bucket and shook out all the Crack. Prozac started to say something likely fatalistic, then ducked as a whine cut through the air and a basketball sized chunk of something dark brown tore above his head and splashed into the ground. They both looked back as more brown missiles flew from the top of the chocolate cone. Prozac yelped and pushed Evil sideways, “They’re brownie bits! Don’t let them hit you!” Meanwhile, the strawberry cone pumped frost into the water and more and more of the ground was freezing solid and jagged. 

Evil swore. It would be even harder to scoop up all the Crack if some of him was frozen under the pink tide.