Earlier today, Garrot saw miniature suns within Sxicq's eye sockets. And that was a miserably terrifying experience. But now, he sees reality fracture and crack and fold like some low-budget JRPG combat transition. That's so much more terrifying, let's be honest. So now the Monkey Knight is trapped in a box, reflected on the walls, and... flanked by two of his least favorite people on this fucking planet. The Protector, who is a colossal dead-dishonoring prick, and the Wizard, who killed his father and who came back from the dead!

"What the fuck did you do?!" Garrot's shouting, clearly livid and alarmed as he turns and glares at the Wizard. Stupid fucking Wizard, stupid fucking magic! But given the Protector's tone that morning, he snaps his fingers as well. Suddenly, Garrot's back-to-back with himself, staring down both nigh-omnipotent beings.

He's sure as shit not letting either one out of his sight.