Roland takes advantage of this new machine and puts on a quick show for Inigo, gasping as he pretends the cotton candy machine has already overheated. His hands hover close to its plastic body, his mouth making sounds of concern. Worry! Clicking tongue against teeth, wondering out loud! He glances at Inigo still eating more and more of the spun strings of sugar and it's now or never -
"Gah! Pup, i-it's been three minutes! We need to shut down the machine or else it might break. Okay?"
Roland switches it off, and the machine stops. No more spun sugar. No more cotton candy.
Even though one: there is still a display cotton candy sitting right next to the machine, and two: there are still strands of it left on the enclosure.
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Damn. He's powerless.
Powerless.
Power...?
Power!
Roland takes advantage of this new machine and puts on a quick show for Inigo, gasping as he pretends the cotton candy machine has already overheated. His hands hover close to its plastic body, his mouth making sounds of concern. Worry! Clicking tongue against teeth, wondering out loud! He glances at Inigo still eating more and more of the spun strings of sugar and it's now or never -
"Gah! Pup, i-it's been three minutes! We need to shut down the machine or else it might break. Okay?"
Roland switches it off, and the machine stops. No more spun sugar. No more cotton candy.
Even though one: there is still a display cotton candy sitting right next to the machine, and two: there are still strands of it left on the enclosure.
Inigo is now witness to the rarest of all sights.
Roland Crane. President. Chief Consul.
Panicking.