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Is it safe to enter Mr. @Maniacal Engineer; - it seems like a rather strange lab... having second thoughts about the visit.... you know... I'm thinking... I'll go and play in the nearby cave I saw. I'll come back and re visit when it's a bit safer
"You there, fire spewing being. I strongly suggest that you immediately escape from this area. You have a very amateur grasp at your abilities, and as such, you might burn one of the flowers in this area. And if you do, your life would end at such a pitifully quick time. After all, flowers represent death as much as they represent life. So, please, do run while you still can, as having something as unpleasant as your fire in this garden is enough to let a certain someone bestow upon you the fate of a malnourished sprout."
Fun fact: did you know metaphysical plasmic pupal life forms are extremely vurnerable to being shot in the face with 1,000,000°C fire? No? Well, now you do!
"....Well then. He already signed his death warrant the moment he set foot into this area. It pains me to see how younger creatures tend to grow more stupid, rude, and improper as generations pass. He's much more awful than that shrine maiden that I tried to deal with many years ago. Oh well, even if I'm somewhat slow, I've already outmatched the judge of the dead herself. If I were to meet him again, I would greet him with a proper, polite welcome, and then..... let's just say that the last thing he would hear before death is his voice curled up to a shrill shriek. Hmm.........the only flower that would suit him is a picked flower submerged in ashes"
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