@Amazing_Goob @Brank
The Cult's grand temple begins to shake with much more force than the blinking eyes. Jabba's expression of relaxation slowly shifts into visible horror...
"Everybody, cling on to safety bars, rails, whatever you can get your hands on! Brace for impact!"
Something has formed a breach in the outer Mangoverse soul field, sending debris, both natural and unholy, flying at the temple at speeds far beyond the speed of light. Two of the temple's "fingers" are pulverized, alongside a chunk of its "palm."
"We couldn't have stopped this in the first place. Blubber was right about the prophet, but it would've happened anyway. All this chaos was the fuel to the furnace..."
Crack!
The debris continues to fly through the breach, border repairs rushing for the bucket of Flex Seal to patch the hole, but to no avail. The Mangoverse is approaching its target...
"And to think that we couldn't even celebrate one last Spooktob- wait... I think we c- somebody, finish that eye. I have a plan..."
Jabba yells for the nearest priests, and possibly the Archpriest, to fetch him something he hasn't used in ages.
"O' Orange One, it's not at the pedestal anymore! Remember that you threw it down the garbage disposal, but it ended up in the janitor's shed?"
Jabba snaps, summoning a floating hand to facepalm for him.
"Janitor's shed, you say? Le- It was destroyed in the debris impact?!?! Does anyone have a mango for me to forge?"
"We may have what you are looking for, but it isn't perfect..."
