Well, chat, after that emotionally fraught and emotional update with the last one I come to you with a minor add on.
We are once more on the run again! After talking to the church and having Princess Shrimp-For-A-Butt wander off to a brunch date with the New New Girl at Das Strööpwaffel, we had a bunch of robots march their lanky, long-armed asses through the woods looking for us.
Like… I suppose that they might have been there for benevolent purposes. But having nearly a dozen arcane robo-assassins marching through the woods when… you know… we're not supposed to talk about magic and are supposed to refer to it as hockey, Pokemon, and mascots and whatnot means that somebody is not taking their part of the whole veil of secrecy seriously.
Clanky-Clank and the Clunky Bunch aren't exactly the most subtle things in existence considering the ones we say looked like an assortment of candy with Generic Jawbreaker White, Classic Lime and Definitely Not Sour Apple Because Sour Apple Sucks and I Fucking Hate You Lifesavers For Replacing Lime for a Shitty Flavor Which I Hate, and also Grape.