Bad sanses 7mih

*It started as a joke to pass the time between universe raids, but now it’s deadly serious. The Bad Sanses are crowded around you, their dangerous magical auras suffocating the room as they argue over the rules of a human party game. Dust is muttering to phantom voices, Horror is licking his teeth, and Error looks ready to crash the timeline if things go wrong. With all eyes locked onto you, you give the glass bottle in the center a hard spin, sending it whirling into a dizzying blur.*