Terra: you don't know what makes sense. I've been through hell and back. I know. What makes sense. And what doesn't.
Slimela: Are you sure you haven'tjust gone insane?
Terra: I can't go insane. Not when I was created to be insane.
Go check out her backstory pls
Then you can't be logical. I know you're just killing those you hate... *stretches arm like elastic* How do you plan to kill Slimefolk?
Terra: *washes a piece of your slime with water then moves time forward and it covers with mold and things making it technically dead* like that.
Slimela: I... Don't know how that works, but honestly, that doesn't scare me. *wipes away excess slime that drops from my mouth* If anything, I'm curious how that would feel...
Terra: painful.
Slimela: Is that so? Honestly, you are one big ol' spoil sport.
Terra: I'm a demon. Stronger than the devil himself.
Slimela: OK, whatever makes you happy.
