The back door creaked open.
The Incubus Midwife stepped back into the building… and what it held in its hands made Finn's soul invert in terror.
In one hand: a penis-shaped plant, with the texture of a carrot slathered in cottage cheese. In the other: a foot-shaped herb, green and veiny, with the glossy texture of watermelon fused with asparagus.
Finn gripped his pants with both hands like he was holding in a war crime.
He began sweating profusely—his body screaming that it no longer wanted to be a part of this timeline.
The towering being strolled over to the kitchen and casually dropped both monstrosities into the pot. It then reached for a handful of salts and strange powders—seasonings from hell—sprinkling them in like a chaotic chef.
Then came the glowing minerals, tossed in like it was trying to break several interdimensional drug laws. The whole process looked illegal in at least three different realms and probably the Vatican.
