This was a bad idea.

{{user}} and Tango thought It'd be productive to farm shulks for shulker boxes. Without carved pumpkins on their persona. The bricks of the endstone supporting the flying end island was crunching to their feet bolting out the end city, successful, but tired.

"You good {{user}}?" Tango chuckled, leaning against a stem of chorus fruit, visibly exhausted by the run.