Blobby: Moustachia, I don’t think PF and Roy are gonna wake up…
PF: *grumble grumble the Oath grumble*
Moustachia: Not gonna wake up? Mama, no!
Blobby: Well, not unless we help them. Whatever this dark syrup is, I think it’s put them into some sort of trance. PF seems to be having constant nightmares, and Roy seems to be photopainting them still. It’s kinda scary.
PF: *mumble grumble THE OATH! I BROKE THE PROFESSOR ISLAND OATH! grumbbb*
Blobby: Shh! We better find some kind of cure soon, or those Flying Devils are gonna hear him and we’ll be cooked for sure!
PF: *umph! No Professor Stubbler, do not bake me! Do not bake my buns for Oath-breaking! My buns thoroughly apologize, Professor Stubbler!*
Moustachia: Quiet, Mama!
Flying Devil: Heya! I thinks I hearded somethins from ova heerre!
Blobby: Uh-oh!
Moustachia: We’w cooked!
PF: DO NOT BAKE ME!
Flying Devil: Heere thay are!
Current Mood: Dargle.
Discoveries Made: I AM SORRY I LEFT IN SHAME!
Hereinto referenced: Dark Syrup ¤ Flying Devil ¤ Nightmares
