One of the greatest attractions of Crocosaurus Cove is the Cage of Death. This involves submerging occupants of the fully glass walled and
bottomed cage into a pool of crocodiles including an 18 feet crocodile
called Choppa. Choppa has had an interesting life, apparent by the many
fight scars on his body and his mangled too front feet. Injuries aside
his jaw and teeth are still in excellent condition and while submerged
for 15 minutes, theres a good chance Choppa will take the opportunity to
use them. The Cube made of 4cm (1.5 inch) acrylic glass already has some serious gashes and markings in it courtesy of the pools unfriendly crocodiles.
I know a lot of people are hyped over the idea that Peridot might get a redemption arc and side with the Crystal Gems, but I’m even more invested in her siding with them out of necessity, not heart, and just becoming a relentless sarcastic nuisance all the time.
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“Gems! Where do you keep your flux transmodulator?” “…No one here knows what that word means, Peridot.” “Oh. Oh lovely. Of course. Crash with the cavemen great idea, Peridot. None of the others have to deal with this. I suppose I’ll just make my own–oh wait, no I won’t, because I’m stuck on miserable earth, where its inhabitants are too primitive to own the parts necessary in building a simple flux transmodulator.”
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“Garnet! Pearl! Amethyst! Make Peridot give back the TV!” “…Peridot, why have you taken the television away from Steven?” “This is not my fault! The Steven was going to great lengths to explain his investment in the emotionally unstable food morsels–after I clearly asked him to not engage me in conversation–and so perhaps I removed the television from the wall and took it and–.” “…” “I’m…I’m giving it back. But he has to stop discussing it, okay?!”
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*Jasper voice* “Is this how low you’ve sunk? You call yourself a Homeword Gem?! You’re an embarrassment to Yellow Diamond, Peridot. I return after three weeks and find that you’ve allied yourself with these miserable wretches.” “Oh suree. This is clearly my fault! Not like I was marooned in hostile territory because you damaged the ship. Not like I’ve been here alone fending for myself ever since Lapis took you for a swim. This was obviously my choice! Holing up with these vile, defective, fused, half-mutant things!” “Peridot that’s not nice! I gave you stickers and did your hair.” “…Holing up with these…vile, defective, fused things…and also Steven.”
I’m poor as hell, man. Can’t afford to eat what I’m serving my customers.
Not to mention the common pitfall when you work around something all day…
spend enough time around it, you don’t want to touch it. (when I do multiple weeks on breakfast at work, the thought of eating bacon revolts me half the time)
