"All right then...that's very strange. But lots of things about this place are strange...if that makes any sense at all."

*Kagura grins and nabs some more of Grant's fries* Nothing ever makes sense around here. Never have and never will. It's our particular brand of (in)sanity, you see.

Carelessly attempts to sweep the Germ Ant that's explaining everything into the unbelievably tall pile of trash that she's collected.

*The speaking Germ Ant gets swept into the pile. Subsequent comments and explanations are a bit muffled due to the layers of trash between him and the rest.*

Continues to mindlessly sweep not noticing the Germ Ant's plight.  The mountainous pile of trash continues to grow as she moves past Grant and the others.

*The pile wanders off towards a food stall.*

She continues sweeping collecting the food stall into the pile.

*The food vendor seems remarkably unphazed by a pile of trash ordering from his establishment.*

The food stall is absorbed into the pile of trash.  The vendor can be seen still taking an order.  The stall climbs higher as more trash is collected underneath it like a giant Katamari ball.

Ya know, I think Germ Ant is one of my favorite people here at ASWoT...

** Santos pops a clawfull of Germ Ants into his mouth and begins chewing.  **

No matter how many of him I eat...

** Chomp Chomp **

There's always more...

** Chomp Chomp **

He's like the ultimate...

** Chomp Chomp **

renewable resource.

** Chomp Chomp **

Other than...

** Chomp Chomp **

the heartburn...

** BUUUUURRRRRRP **

of course.

*Santos doesn't seem to notice that he's been eating the same score or so of Germ Ants over and over again, as they just phase through his stomach and abdominal wall as soon as they arrive there.*

Looses control of the katamari ball which slowly rolls down the street collecting people and pieces of the carnival as it rolls on.

*The engulfed Germ Ants enjoy the ride.*

*Kagura dodges the growing katamari as it passes her* "You should probably go catch that and neutralize it somehow, Aribeth. Otherwise we're going to have to deal with the damage in whatever this turns into in the future AND in other threads."

She leans against her broom, takes off the ugly red and white striped carnival uniform hat and scratches her head as she watched the giant Katamari ball roll off without her.

She tossed her hat down, "nah, I quit.  Someone else's problem now."

Then pulls off the rest of her uniform in a single tug, revealing a black AC/DC T-shirt and leather pants.  She tosses her hair until it changes color and pitches the broom into a nearby trash bin.  Then heads off to the rock concert, pausing only briefly to steal a chili fry from Grant.

*The festival repairs itself in the wake of the katamari.*

The Katamari ball continues to roll, and collect stuff, growing larger with every foot it travels.  The fact that the carnival repairs itself isn't necessarily a good thing, as that simply gives the Katamari more items to collect in its never ending quest to consume the universe.

However, Aribeth doesn't care as she finds herself in the middle of a rave.  Oohhh, shiny lights

Grant watches as yet another person steals his fries. Good thing they regenerate. "Anyone else want some before I go find a portable hole for that ball thing?" he asks curiously.

Yeah, here, give them to me. I'll hold onto them until you get back.

Midway through rave dancing, her body twitches and her limbs begin to grow rigid.  A glossy glaze covers her eyes again and she walks sluggishly out of the rock concert.

The Katamari ball in the meantime continues to grow and roll on its way taking the giant Ferris wheel with it.

Handing his fries over (which Kagura finds never gets empty), Grant snaps his fingers and disappears, and all of a sudden the large ball rolls into a huge sack, which then shrinks down. Teleporting back, Grant sticks the sack in his pocket. "That was easy. Now the people of this little pocket universe get to deal with it." he laughs, poofing another tray into his hands, this time, nachos with salsa, cheese sauce, and seasoned ground beef.

Mmm. Everlasting nacho fries. So good, yet so bad for me...

"Don't worry, they have absolutely no nutritional value, whatsoever, so therefore they aren't really 'bad' for you at all." Grant corrects, eating more nachos.

Ooh, Nachos...

** Santos grabs a Villager from a nearby Concert/Rave and dips it's head in Grant's nacho cheese sauce before biting it's head off and munching away. **

Kind of a mild nacho cheese isn't it?

** Burp **

Oh man, that's gonna go straight to my wings...

In reply to Grant (msg #72):

... that's WHY they're bad for me. "No nutritional value" means "empty calories". And "empty calories" means "clogging my arteries with fried foods".