Thread:Alien Tavern/@comment-7180588-20200824124501/@comment-7180588-20201009160447

“Where did all this ice cream come from?” Doofenshmirtz asks. “I don’t remember an ice cream-inator.” The ice cream turns out to have been covering Nssaisas because Cape shot it at him.

“Not sure, but let’s go to the VSS,” Nssaisas says. He detaches his legs and flies off, holding Doofenshmirtz and dripping ice cream everywhere.

Back on Gravildus, I try playing a cartoon on the TV, but all the cartoons are red-skied and bloodier than I remember. “He sabotaged it!”