>Initiate a Tactical Retreat
You back away slowly from the sleeping-yet-staring dolphin. You could swear that single eye almost looks smug as you leave the B ward.
FERN:
Well...that was terrible. I think we need a better strategy.
Willis, can you, uh, do that thing that patches us up? Whatever that is?
Well...that was terrible. I think we need a better strategy.
Willis, can you, uh, do that thing that patches us up? Whatever that is?
WILLIS:
I'm down a lotta hearts, but I still got my snacks!
I'm down a lotta hearts, but I still got my snacks!
Willis used the FLUBBLUB
You can't tell exactly what Willis does with this, but your perception flashes briefly to an impression of something sticky and a little sweet, folding inside-out into something crunchy and acidic before collapsing with a scream into nothingness.
You can't tell exactly what Willis does with this, but your perception flashes briefly to an impression of something sticky and a little sweet, folding inside-out into something crunchy and acidic before collapsing with a scream into nothingness.
PARTY HEALTH RESTORED!
FERN:
...Thanks, I think. Shouldn't we have used that while we were fighting?
...Thanks, I think. Shouldn't we have used that while we were fighting?
WILLIS:
He was too scared!
He was too scared!
FERN:
I...see.
I...see.
