Thread:AzlieTheDragon/@comment-36159587-20190214200324/@comment-36159587-20190310193216

Time to start throwing things.

Cleaver's pasta was thrown onto the table, as well as two salads. Then came the mountain dew, and the chocolate milk.

Galaxian then started burying Cleaver (or just the front) with (a pile of) desserts, obviously expecting her to eat faster than it was being produced.

The deity himself wasn't visible. He was probably doing something else.