Talk:Will-o-the-Wisp/@comment-25619592-20150707025432/@comment-27076172-20151014064037

I check my belongings for a fire extinguisher, then I remember that the good ol' doc used it on that incident and we haven't had enough money to buy any supplies again ever since then. Then I try to reach out for my trusty Poltergust 5000, then I remember that I had to sell it to get some food for the table two days ago.

I resign myself and prepare myself to be raped for all eternity.

"Can you at least be a little gentle?" I ask the Will-o-the-Wisp. "I'm just a scruffy assistant trying to make a living with this crazy fool"

She, of course, gives me a dismissing look, and the snu snu begins...

Hey, at least I don't have to worry about mad experiments anymore! So I have that going now...