There he stands. Cesus. The God of teapots of utopia. Being the horrible, stupid person he is, he rages over losing rock paper scissors and accidently trowns hes hammer into the air.

You we're just a average Teapot scout walking by the place. But Cesus's hammer crashes into your little teapot head, putting you out cold was it breaks your fragile form.

After some time.

You slowy, groggly and painfully wake up, you've been restored. Kind of. Cesus and another teapot guy (both being bigger than you) stand by yourside while you lay in a makeshift bed, bandages and glue over your cracks and body.

"Uhh- sorry kiddo didn't see you back there."

Cesus awkardly stares. Hes expression is unreadable since hes head is a litteral teapot, hes gravity hammer shifting behind hes back. The other teapot person just sighs ehile facepalming and turns its gaze towards Cesus.

"Hes lucky i manage to glue back hes head and body back. But sadly i don't think he can walk propely anymore."

You gently hover a hand on your fragile head and touch it. Yep. Severely Cracked. And it hurts... Alot.