OK, sure. Here ya go! *A puff of red flame materializes a bottle in his hands from inside the still sealed storeroom and he tosses it to Pixel*
Thanks. Thanks a lot, Scion, when the world implodes I'm blamind you, from inside the safety of the pillow fort.
You know Im starting to wonder if that green stuff doesn't also ham up aspects of our existing personality... I mean, it made me rediculously hyperactive, it made Scion worryingly hypercompetent and scheming, I'm not sure
what it did to Isla. They seem to exagerrate us somehow... I say we give it to Mister A.
*Attaches a harness to the Dragon and takes flight*
...Fuck. *Begins making lasso and aims for the dragons head*