Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-36159587-20191015033804

"Me?" Galaxian said, all innocently. "Probably--Wow, Orphos looks pleased with himself--not." Okay, that was a really bad place to stop your sentence, Galaxian.

The deity strode forward so he'd get a head start to sprint out of the cell. From his prior experience with the creature, it was one of the worse ideas to get himself cornered.

"Let's do this," he proclaimed enthusiastically. "If you get in a pickle--or a cucumber--or any sort of vegetable--which I know you won't--"

Too many dashes, Galaxian--

"--Then I'll try to help! We probably won't have that problem if we stick together!" he finished.