| "Sorry sir, the end of time is closed." Mr. Blob looks at the mustachioed man in front of him, sitting in a toll booth. A sign hangs overhead that says closed. Blob walks away sadly. I grab the Thingy from his saddened hands and put it in a cannon. It launches to Saturn. __________________ /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ WON’T YOU BECOME A MAGICAL GIRL? |