Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180415190401/@comment-27344811-20180417161701

Mace rolls his eyes under the visor.

"Kid, I would get away from there so we can go. Mister Yellow isn't dead."

The yellow blobs begin to converge.

"I'm only here to pull you out because... well, all of you are invited."

Mace whistles. Some sort of vehicle drives over. Scratch that, one for everybody.

"Choose a wheelie." Mace Knight gets on the large purple wheelie instead of a red one. "We need to go."