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Three years, huh?
All right. You were cool with that. Well hey, don't mind if you just sit your sweet ass down and drop more sick beats. Alchemize some apple juice and you're good to go. As you shuffled down the hallway in your new god tier pajamas, the only thoughts running through your head was, "Goddamn. These PJs are sweet as fuck. No one's got nuthin' on me."
Your name is Dave Strider; ironic coolkid extraordinaire.
You suddenly realize that your surroundings are lit up with a glow of nuclear green. Given you still have your Ben Stiller shades on, you can tell it's super bright. Why hadn't you noticed this the moment you got on the dense space rock? Guess you were too cool to notice it. Or, you were being the ironic one who didn't care enough to look around. Aw well. You're just going to have to deal with this now.
Afraid of what you might find if you were to look back, you try to block the luminescent shine of neon from your mind. It doesn't work.
If it doesn't work on you with shades on, you sure as hell weren't going to forget about it just be trying to not think about it.
Gog you hate your ironic mind.
Rose.
Rose was still beside you. She set her mouth into a thin line.
This was not good.
It is not incorrect to say you have witnessed this look a hundred times over.
"Dave," Rose suddenly blurted out, "we were tricked. We didn't blow up the green sun. We just CREATED it."
"Wow. Fuck." There was no reaction to your comment. You both knew it was bad.
Damn.
So much for defeating Jack now.