Talk:Mandragora/@comment-27800590-20160324000157/@comment-78.20.131.40-20160324120319

I run at him and tackle him, causing him to loose his grip, calling the idiot out for his stupidity and ignorance. "Didn't I tell you not to touch any random plant? You have no idea which ones are poisonous or not!" He suddenly becomes pale and asks me if he's going to be sick. "Luckily for you, no. This one isn't poisonous, it's far worse. It's a single Mamono! A Mandragora!"

The idiot panicks and runs away, cowering behind the rest of my friends. I sigh and look over to the Mandragora flower, noticing to my horror her head is partially uprooted and her eyes are exposed. They open and she looks at me with fear. I quickly run over to her, and try to comfort her before she starts screaming. I gently cover her head with some soil and grab a water bottle from my backpack and drain some of it on her.

Since I haven't come prepared to harvest a Mandragora safely, I softly stroke her flower, and tell her to stay there and grow up into a beautiful flo- woman until she can find a worthy husband. Or until I come back with earplugs to harvest her roots and then replant her. Whatever comes first.

Then we leave and my moronic friend has learned another valuable lesson. Demon Lords knows he can't have enough of those.