Google Meet was a favorite platform among the Galaxy Crew. Vitty mainly set up the calls. With a link and a threatening message of "Join or perish," they'd rope everyone into a meet.
Today, Corn was greeted with the lovely message of "Join the call or I'll hurt the children" followed by several images of burning toast. Toaster, the greatest cinnamon roll the world has ever known, responded to this with desperate pleas to not hurt them.
"No, don't hurt my children!" He said. Corn could just see his plug sparking with fear through the screen. Galaxy quickly responded with "No one cares about the kids, Toast," earning him a response from Corn reading "I DO!" Soon enough, all of them joined Vitty's call wearing tired expressions. Vitty, however, was their cheerful self.
"Sorry for scaring you, Toasty, but I had to get you onto the call somehow! Your children are fine." Toaster rubbed a grease stain from his smooth, steel face. "They'd better be." Corn shook her head, her lime green hair ruffled around her horns. "Y'all are cuckoo crazy." Galaxy smirked. "You got that right, Corn, but you still love us."
"Some of you more than others."
"She means you, Toaster."
"Hush."
Toaster's plug sparked with before he talked. "Great, the shippers are going to go wild."
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