UPGRADE CHOSEN: HONEYDEW BUTTERSCOTCH LEECH

Willis's "DRINK" command will also cut enemy attack stat.


The bloated leech deflates like a balloon as Willis takes it in his tubular "arm," seemingly none the worse for wear as he tosses it back into the wiggling pile.
WILLIS:

MMMMM MMMM MMMMMMMMMM!!! Thanks miss Dinny!!!


DINEA:

Come back vhen you've gained a level or two, dahlink!

Now, you had best hurry along! I vouldn't vant to exsankuinate your friend!


FERN:

You don't have to tell me twice. Good luck getting back to work, Dinea.


You hurry out of Dinea's office, to the slurping sound of an ambulatory urn re-ingesting a heap of live leeches.


WILLIS:

Miss Dinney is so nice!!! I'm glad we put her back alive!!!


FERN:

Yeah...she does seem nice...

...I hope we're really doing the right thing around here.


WILLIS:

Why wouldn't we!?


FERN:

I just can't imagine going back to your job already knowing you're in danger, and knowing you're going to forget about it. But they all act like this is so...routine. They don't seem like they're all that worried about any of it.


WILLIS:

Huh??? They're SUPER worried. Their gels are all fazzled.


FERN:

...I don't know what that means.


WILLIS:

Can you even faz at all?! You're so WEIRD, Fern!!

Everybody's the worriedest I EVER fazzed 'em, but they're glad, too. I guess it's like what mom always says...she says worryin' about stuff is how you know you matter! If you didn't matter, nothin' would feel bad!


FERN:

...I guess she's right.

I really look forward to meeting your mom, Willis. For real I mean, WHEN we fix everything.






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