This one of which, unfortunately, did not happen to be the beans jumping game they intended to check out - but, hey, it didn't seem to be too bad regardless. Ten points to Bob, the cube of the century.ДЄnyway, he didn't exactly have the hindsight to read the label on the rectangular device, and just grabbed the first one he saw not knowing there were multiple on that table. And to his credit, it was a pretty damn good analogy. Breaking apart a Lego house to make a Lego car, he thought of it as. The initial teleportation was always pretty disorientating no matter how many times he went through it as everything around him warped and shifted, fracturing into small shards and re-arranging themselves to create something new. He hears Bosip grumble something incoherent behind him, but he doesn't grace it with a response. Some kind of prototype Amor had thrown together last week, intended to let them pass into specific worlds without having to be directly beamed into it by Amor himself. 'I really don't know what you have against cups, man.' Bob cackled, turning away to reach over and grab onto a small, rectangular device laying on the table. Not by a long shot, Bob thought, watching with a barely-suppressed grin as he watched Bosip knock yet another cup off a table and onto the floor - plastic, this time, and thankfully drained of its contents prior to being acquainted with the tail.

but hey, maybe the new shark thing made him nocturnal, or something.Д«ut it wasn't all bad. Most of the crew had been out of the house by this point, considering it was fairly late into the afternoon. And he thought nothing could beat the incident from two days ago of Bobal being chased across the house after taking the last cookie from the jar. So maybe barging into his best friend's room and witnessing him, now apparently with a shark tail and shark teeth and god knows what else shark, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room was the weirdest thing Bob has seen in a while.

Geometry dash jar of beans