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.
Terra: *yeets your head off*
Slimela: That was kind of rude. *picks up their head, and reshapes it* This takes forever to get right...
Terra: Well While you enjoy that. I'm gonna go rebel against my creator being the ruler of hell when I should be the ruler not him.
