Channelknight Fadran

"I guess I can try..." Tomrin tried to push through the hole.

"I'll see you off."

Okay... Uhh... So, well, I had this biology class, right? And my teacher was teaching it with the flavor of... And basically, I decided to create a spaceship for our class to live on. The Earth had been destroyed by a Muppet Apocalypse, and we were all going to a distant planet that housed the Fredo Fredians--they had been controlling the muppets, and we wanted to take revenge. We named our ship the "S.S. OK-TP," which stands for OopsKilledThePlanet. We created a space cult with Dr. Phil as our deity (Phil's prophet fired all the priests, though, so we actually had a heretic crisis on our hands...). The ship's mascot was Jello the Snail.

"Okay, Mini." Val pulled out of her hug. "Seeya around."

No. Not me. Would you like to hear the story of Jello the Space Snail, the uprising against Doctor Phil, and the S.S. OK-TP?

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"I'm gonna miss you."

Jello! He's a Space Snail.

"Okay."

"But if you're going back to your family... is your uncle going to make you kill more people?"

"I'm not going to hate you."

"Do you want me to hate you?"

"I told you I wouldn't hate you!" Val said, squeezing Minuet tighter. "Stop trying to convince me to hate you!"

"It's not your fault."

"Okay. You're part of the plan now."

"No. It wasn't." Val shook her head. "If you had said no, then your uncle would've gotten mad at you."

"It wasn't your fault," Val repeated. "Okay?"

"Interesting." Tomrin thought to himself. "Could you set off some explosives somewhere or something?"

"Why didn't you say no?"

"Your fault for having something you never asked for?"

"That sounds pretty useful. I don't suppose you can remotely open these doors?"

"I'm so sorry you had to do that." Val whispered.

Val pulled her into a hug.

"What do you have?" Tomrin asked. "Anything helpful?"