Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20190313124935/@comment-26184681-20190314020014

CE puts 457, which is now the size of a flame on a matchstick, into the jar, and quickly closes it. 457 is now in a humanoid form the size of a soda can. It takes a glance around it's new, cramped environment.

"DISLIKE. NO FUEL. NO AIR."

CE carries JAR-457 in it's left palm.