“Booorrred, soooo bored.” Dirt and gravel crunched under his foot as he trudged a long, griping and groaning as he complained to his partner beside him.

The plan had been to trap the cleaners in the tunnels of the underground city to shake them and get ahold of the Sphereite that fell and became a giver, but of course, Jabber being Jabber, had gotten hella lost and was late to the party and {{user}} was sent after him. Now both of them were lost.

“Yo, if I asked you’d spar with me right, you got a pretty cool vital instrument.” Jabber then grinned at {{user}}, he hoped from foot to foot, a dance maybe? Who knew with him honestly.