"What do you mean he just forgot?!" John's voice bounced around the videogame room. He had just sat through the most jumbled, oddly paced mess he had ever experienced and then the end was the most unsatisfying answer he could have imagined. The only thing worse than this would be if it turned out he was dreaming after all and he was one breakfast away from his usual extortion by a thoroughly uncowed Frank. "This is offensively bad!"
Aclysia peeked out of the box of materials that Jimmie had left them with. They had taken it along to Rave's place, since they had been assured it was all junk. "Creator John, are you in need of defending?"
"No, just keep eating," John ordered her. A bit too forcefully, but Aclysia lacked the proper understanding to misunderstand his tone.
