Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27847292-20160418230222/@comment-26468465-20160419204017

Turquoise puts his knife back in his pocket and looks through the box again and finds a welding iron ,a box of microwavable mac n' cheese, and a galon of milk.

Turquoise: Good old food. I remember back when I'd shapeshift a stomach temporarily to eat this stuff. But, in times like this I don't have time for messing around.

His stomach growls.

Turquoise (suspiciously): I don't remember shapeshifting a stomach recently.

He tries to get rid of the stomach, but theres nothing to get rid of.

Turquoise: Dang it! Nuclear waste, why must you plague me so!?

He crams the supplies into his pockets.

Turquoise: Better save this for Celestite and those injured gems she was talking about.