-The man is engulfed by the torrent of liquid, standing still-
{.......There you are.....}
-He grabs something in the rushing liquid and stumbles out of it-
-It's hard to make out what he's clutching, but he quickly releases his hand and lets it drop to the ground-
...You can close your eyes now.
Th-
....?
-He hears "Moss Head" and looks down, infuriated-
WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SHITTY COO-?
-Notices FREED-
......Oh. Just some kid.
edited 27th May '16 3:35:58 PM by MacDuffy
I am now convinced your city-dwellers hate gardening and this makes part of me deeply sad.
You can have a greenhouse- on your roof.
Potted plants.
Trays filled with dirt.
the possibilities are endless as long as you have the dirt, and the plants.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-BEHOLD, FREED-
-THE GREAT DRAGON WOMAN-
-GUARDED BY HER BELOVED SAMURAI-
You want to try keeping it down?
.....
....No one is to blame for what happened.....
...Now...Open your eyes...