Garmadon and Morro and their stupidity in the departed realm, part 4:
Garmadon: What is it this time, child?
Morro: this is kidnapping.
Garmadon: *carrying Morro over his shoulder.* You must be a child to be kidnapped, Morro.
Morro: what exactly classifies as a kid to you.
Garmadon: Hm..I suppose a child is under 25 years. Mentally speaking for most Ninjagians, though for me and Wu I’d say somewhere around 5017 years?
Morro: besides the point, Garmadon how bloody old do you think i am???
Garmadon: Well…are you not 28?
Morro: excuse me. TWENTY EIGHT??
Garmadon: Ah, was I off? I did always assume you may just look a tad young for your age of 34.
Morro: THIRTYYY FOURRRRR???? YOU THINK IM THIRTY FOUR??
Garmadon: …Yes? Was I still a bit off?? *Garmadon, who is now thinking Morro might be in his early forties with great genes or skincare, everyone.*
Morro: Garmadon oh my GOD.
Garmadon: YOU’RE A BABY??????
Morro: I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRYYYYYY-
Garmadon: RUNNING WILL NOT PROTECT YOU FROM YOUR FATE, CHILD!
Garmadon: HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY NOT KNOW?!
Morro: WELL ITS NOT EVERYDAY YOU LEARN THE GARMADON COULD-
Garmadon: Finish that damn sentence. I dare you.
Garmadon: Ah, Morro! There you are, I was wondering-
Morro: Everyday I question my very existence. The overwhelming guilt that transcends my body feels as though it is choking me from the inside out. Like claws are scratching at my throat, golden coloured and dusted red with the insides of my very being. The regret that flows between my eyelids as I storm through a stampede of memories of what once was constantly fills my brain with tears of longing. I wonder, on a daily, what destiny had out for me. Did my endless running from my fate, only lead to the inevitability of my end?
Garmadon: ….Please, for the love of everything good, get therapy.
Morro: but then i don’t get to trauma dump on you at random :(
Garmadon: *smacks his hand onto Morro’s face and pushes him into the grass* You ask too many questions.
Morro: personally, i think four legs would’ve been cooler.
Garmadon: Personally, I think green on black is an ugly combination.
Morro: *clutches his hair* well, personally, i think having red eyes just makes you look like a dumb cartoon character!
Garmadon: Wha- then personally, I think having a dirty gi on for decades is bad hygiene!
Morro: you and i both know i can’t change that! And personally, i think aging over a thousand years in just ten means you aged like milk!
Garmadon: And I think not aging at all for over four decades is just plain stupid!
Morro: wELL EXCUSE ME FOR DYING-
*in the distance (like a few feet away) two figures stand*
Cryptor:….what are they even doing?
Mystake: *pouring tea* hm?
Cryptor: I mean, why are they arguing like two toddlers??
Mystake: Ah, well.*sips tea* That maybe my fault.
Cryptor:…what did you do?
Mystake: I may, or may not, have accidentally given them the great idea of releasing their pent up anger through childish insults. It was only a coincidence they both chose each other as their victims. *grimaces as the voices get louder*
Cryptor: Well, *grabs a tea cup* it makes for good entertainment.
Garmadon: I DO NOT HAVE DADDY ISSUES!-
I find my self hilarious, guys please i think this is better then part 3 maybe hopefully possibly. The one with morro running away is something you can just lowkey assume on what morro found out/did (i like to think its cause Morro found out if you pull a dragons tail hard enough they jump onto the nearest, and tallest, thing and hold on for dear life like a cat whilst hissing, Garmadon hates it). The first one is under the impression they’re all still green. Also i was thinking of that meme audio about guessing someone’s age and each time it gets higher the person screams. If you know what I’m talking about.
Is this me trying to sell my Cryptor and Morro duo to you guys? As Garmadon’s students? Maybe. Also Mystake I love her guys her death was honestly heartbreaking to me.
Also if you wanna find the other parts I think clicking the tempest duo tag will show them.
Guys please i swear I’m funny-
