Drops a letter. " Cactus. "
He glances at the note, a look of utmost distraught plastered across his face. He shouldn’t be receiving any more of these notes; they had defeated Sandra…right? He didn’t bother to think about it any longer, instead running to the side of his pet cactus, embracing him firmly–and promptly getting his thorns stuck in his cheek, though he remained unconcerned with his own well being. “DON’T WORRY LIL’ CACTUS, BUDDY. I’LL MAKE SURE SHE DOESN’T LAY A FINGER ON YA.”









