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Crouton sat in the bar, drunk like rest of the world. He felt as if thousands of tiny needles were being injected into his brain, but no, those were just thoughts.
He reviewed the fuzzy thing floating around in his head, trying to remember where it came from.
His head hurt from the several sharp beeps that woke up his brain, but fuzzy dream him stopped it. He walked around the cold place he remembered strongly. Fuzzy Crouton opened a white thing and pulled out a smooth thing. The smooth thing was filled with cold white stuff and put through his mouth.
Crouton took another gulp of the hard flaming drink he had now, longing for more of the cold white stuff.
Fuzzy guy flooded back into his mind though, this time sprawled across the floor with pieces of the smooth stuff all over. His brain had turned off again, this time to show him something.
That moment, his mind got confused again, sad and angry at the same time, but he kept remembering, trying to make sure he wasn’t being stupid. He had to work with someone... someone rude, and mean, and self centered. Pebble. That was right. The stupid rock headed guy.
Ugh. He wasn’t being stupid. That Pebble sucks.
Funny coincidence was, Pebble was actually breaking into his house right then, trying to find him. Crouton knew that he would come, and left for the bar in a hurry.
“Where are you Crouton?!?!?!? We have to save the world!!!”
But Crouton was too busy with the robots trying to rip his head off to care.
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