Tomatoes...?

Absolute garbage!

Trash!

Doodoo butter!

These were the terms that Skullius would have used if he actually knew them.

However, nothing could discount the feeling of hopelessness that he felt in this moment.

"Seriously...? I have to find a... Ah..." Skullius gaped as his four sockets resumed burning with blue flames.

He slumped and laid down his body on the hard ground.

Once again.

What was this?

Atrocious luck?

On one hand, he seemed to breeze through tough situations, with a staggering level of difficulty no doubt, but going through nonetheless.

On the other hand, there were situations like these, where he was firmly held down with little to no hope of escape.

"UNCoddled won't allow me to have something like this. I'm sure finding some non-socketholes would be easy enough but..." Skullius thought, his inferences swimming in his skull.