862 AP – According to the Calendar of Aeon Power
It was disgusting. He tried his best to keep the food in his stomach, but every two seconds he could feel it lurch back up his throat. He was looking at a blob, but not the kind that he was used to. Rather than green, this one was yellow with chunks of cake and egg in its system, slowly being digested down into nothing. The blob Mutant was also shaped with only a torso, eye, and arms. The eye itself was also incredibly similar to his friend’s, a bright red tinge to it. But this guy, he was much, much larger. X could swear, the “client,” was taking up half the table, stuffing his face with a multitude of different dishes he had asked for from the diner. The robots made out of cheap metal could not move their wheels fast enough.
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