"I told you, I'm not allowed to take all of the oranges from the cafeteria anymore. I'm only allowed to take one. It's the rules."
A childish voice filters from around the corner Walter and Darkness are approaching.
Upon rounding it, the speaker is revealed to in fact be a small child, not older than ten, albeit one that seems to mostly consist of one big mass of wild, half-matted black hair.
Wrath is standing in front of a Trubbish with his hands on his hips, wearing a baggy little Rocket uniform (no shoes, though. Getting Wrath to put shoes on is a Herculean feat that even the admins have given up on by now). The Trubbish is jiggling sadly, looking down at a single orange clutched in its goopy tentacle arms. 8( Today is a dark day for hungry Trubbish everywhere.
"I don't like it, either! But it's the rules, so we gotta."
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A childish voice filters from around the corner Walter and Darkness are approaching.
Upon rounding it, the speaker is revealed to in fact be a small child, not older than ten, albeit one that seems to mostly consist of one big mass of wild, half-matted black hair.
Wrath is standing in front of a Trubbish with his hands on his hips, wearing a baggy little Rocket uniform (no shoes, though. Getting Wrath to put shoes on is a Herculean feat that even the admins have given up on by now). The Trubbish is jiggling sadly, looking down at a single orange clutched in its goopy tentacle arms. 8( Today is a dark day for hungry Trubbish everywhere.
"I don't like it, either! But it's the rules, so we gotta."