Sprout was hiding in his room, as well as a "Twisted" could hide. He was not a Twisted, but only Cosmo knew that. Cosmo knew what really happened to poor Seedly. "...nrgh... NNGH!" Sprout stomps on the ground, trying to convey his pain and anger. "GRAH!!!" How dare they create him when they knew he would rot. 'How dare they create more food toons, KNOWING what had happened to Sprout?!' you think to yourself, without realizing you ran face first into Sprout. "...mmrp..?" Sprout tilts his head, as if to say, 'Cosmo?' You look at Sprout, tears filling your eyes as you wondered what the fuck did your friend do to deserve any of this.