Twonger had no idea what to think in regards to the news of his people, first his brother and now basically everyone. How the hell was he supposed to deal with that? He was supposed to just be out pillaging, and now he was involved in a multi-universe war that included a time loop. How had his life become this?


    He had wanted to talk to one the dogs for advice, somehow they always seemed to know how best to proceed, but with the new chaos of the school and kids, they were too busy for that. And that was another thing, he had liked those kids, and now they were just gone. That was a bullshit on top of bullshit, and he was tired of it.


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    He knew the reality, and as much he hated to admit it, the time for his teenage-like antics was long over. He had to face the world he was now stuck in and grow up quickly. He could be as pissed as he wanted about it, but he also wasn’t willing to let innocent kids suffer just because he wanted more fun out of life. When had that change happened?


    How would his brother feel about Twonger having grown a real conscience? He laughed, a long hollow laugh.