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"Alright, alright I get it." Viridi left out a huff, sure she didn't have the free time to play the video games she wanted to but Phosphora had no reason to rub it in. "Its not my fault being the Goddess of Nature has condemned me to an eternity of handheld video games."
"And that's why we need a Nintendo Switch! Now only 299 plus tax. Available at all retail stores today!"
"Phosphora."
"I kid, but really Mistress Viridi even handhelds have online no-"
"Can we talk about this later?! You know, once we're on the Lunar Sanctum?" Viridi held her staff up high and using it she gently pushed a still deep in thought Dark Pit to the center of the throne room where Cragalanche and Phosphora were waiting. "I bet Arlon knows you can't pause during online." Phosphora muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
fooools not even being sick can stop me from writing about aliens and space picnics?? what the heck???











