Thread:Alien Tavern/@comment-35294673-20200606185819/@comment-7180588-20200712134718

"All my friends," Cereal Bowl says, showing a big line of senteint objects. A truck then comes and we jump to the roadside.

"What happened to all your friends?" I ask Cereal Bowl, concerned.

"They'll be fine," Cereal Bowl says. "Tiny objects, they can get far. Let's find a McDonald's."