Yup, there it is, the Tumor. You look at the giant spiky yin-yang ball with interest. This was truly a behemoth of bombs and very shortly, it would be in your sylladex.
Chelon: Bomb the bomb
You toss your CC-BOMBSHELL at it and watch as the Tumor implodes into a captchalogue card, leaving behind nothing but empty space. You pick it up and examine it, holding it up in the air.
Chelon: Do ya think anyone is actually goin' to take their time to make their way to the center of Skaia for somethin' that may or may not be their?...Well, beeeesides us.
Chelon: They got the Treasure, we got the Tumor. Weeee got some leverage, if they try anythin' funny, possibly even somethin' to barter for their G-frog.
You give a TC-BOMBSHELL to Fox and hold onto the other one. After telling Kapalesprite to politely piss off, you put the Tumor Card into your sylladex.
Chelon: Transportalize
You activate the TC-BOMBSHELL and explode your way back to the base.
You use the TC- Bombshell Tortoise gave you and return to base.
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Ken: Wonder
There's something bugging you... Some nagging memory in the back of your head... You can't put your finger on it, but you feel like you've forgotten something...
Never mind that, now! You've got more important things to worry about!
"Please, Lyssa. I know we can come to an agreement."
"I think you misunderstood. The weak trolls are the lowbloods. The slaves. What if we could get you say, a Subbjuggulator? A Sea Dweller? Their godlike strength would surely be good enough for you."
"We're trying to get Lyssa out of you, Aura. We need to convince her, though. And Lyssa, I know you can still hear me in there. A Horrorterror body is absolutely impossible to replicate. The apparatus is just far too small. The best I can do is get you a robot body. I can give it weapons, too, if you want."