Phil happily milled around the workshop, singing a Weird Al song to himself. It was a good thing that I could still summon Creep, even without the robe. Ah, this is sweet. At one of the sewing machines, a horrible pink monstrosity was trying to only eat every other pair of shoes that he managed to make.
"Isn't this great guys? My knees don't hurt, my eyes are good again, I'm cute and paunchless... if I only had my chin thingy, I'd be set." Phil rubbed his chin, then resumed his song, occasionally stopping to try summoning a rabbit turtle, just in case his powers came back.
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Be T-Rexcellent to each other, tako.
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