>>17135333It takes balls and and bulk, balls and bulk you don't even have, in order to struggle your way through the rampant dust storm. Once you get to Sycamore, you slap a hand on his shoulder and start hyperventilating.
"WHAT......THE.....CRAP.....IS GOING ON?" you say in-between hitched breaths.
"Oh, Calem my son! You're finally awake! Morning is just on the horizon, I spent the past few hours carrying you through the Badlands after you fainted. Just for the record--the kidney stone and smegma procedure were a success. The Biopowder has now turned into Bordelizer, and we're ready to fertilize!"
"Fertilize, fertilize wha-...Eh!?"
Even though the unrelenting storm is blinding your vision, you can still faintly make out a small plant, growing in the middle of the fucking desert.
Upon closer and much more strained inspection, you discover that Sycamore's little subtle hint earlier tonight was not at all a subtle hint, but a very blatant answer.
It really IS a fruit of his labor.
It is an apple.An apple growing in the middle of the parched Badlands on a plant. Something about that doesn't sound right.
A) "DAD, THERE'S SAND IN MY MOUTH!"
B) "...Why the hell is an apple growing in the Badlands--HOW DOES ANYTHING GROW HERE?"
C) "THIS is what we came here for? To FERTILIZE A PLANT?"
D) "Wait a minute, don't apples grow on trees?"
