Alright, then. (Bfb)

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Golf Ball: okay Robot Flower, you're gonna be in charge of gathering the metals.

RB: no, I would much rather melt into your needs than help you gather them.

Golf Ball: ... okay

•3 seconds later•

Golf Ball: you wanted to, so I granted your wish.

RB, now part of the contraption as melted metal: electronic scratching noises*

Tennis Ball, nailing a sign to the ground: don't mind us. An estrangement is undergoing.

Foldy, petrified: does your team just consist of animals?

Also...
THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY #2 IN OBJECTS?!? (As of November 8th, 2020 lol)
HOW
I DONT UNDERSTAND BUT THANK YOUUUUU

IT MIGHT NOT STAY UP THERE FOREVER BUT THIS IS A MILESTONE
YOOOOOOOOOO

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