"Sure, I'll get right on that!" Gordon retorts, while awkwardly swinging by the crowbar implanted in its ass. Whether Connor understood the sarcasm was ultimately irrelevant, because before anything else can be said the giant robot leaps into the air and crashes down, nearly dislodging Gordon. The impact shakes loose a bunch of the prom decorations, draping the whole place in dislodged ropes, banners, ribbons and garlands.
"...!"
He grabs hold of the largest bundle of flowery entrails he can grasp, and wrenches free when Galleom turns. That sends him in a swinging arc around the robot, grasping for more flowerbling to tie him up with.
When the last strands give and Gordon tumbles onto the ground, he's covered in glitter, silk petals, and tissue paper. Galleon is now bound from the legs down in flowers, bows and ENCHANTMENT.
At least, that's what the banner around his legs says: ENCHANTMENT.
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"Sure, I'll get right on that!" Gordon retorts, while awkwardly swinging by the crowbar implanted in its ass. Whether Connor understood the sarcasm was ultimately irrelevant, because before anything else can be said the giant robot leaps into the air and crashes down, nearly dislodging Gordon. The impact shakes loose a bunch of the prom decorations, draping the whole place in dislodged ropes, banners, ribbons and garlands.
"...!"
He grabs hold of the largest bundle of flowery entrails he can grasp, and wrenches free when Galleom turns. That sends him in a swinging arc around the robot, grasping for more flowerbling to tie him up with.
When the last strands give and Gordon tumbles onto the ground, he's covered in glitter, silk petals, and tissue paper. Galleon is now bound from the legs down in flowers, bows and ENCHANTMENT.
At least, that's what the banner around his legs says: ENCHANTMENT.