Well he'll have all his memories and stuff but he's gonna be ridiculous
Like he can't find his Christophern in the middle of the night
And he calls his poor son
Lol
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" LLOYD MY CHRISTOFERN IS GOOOOOONE!" Garmadon wailed on the phone.
Lloyd groaned, pressing the phone closer to his ear while stifling a yawn. "Dad, it’s two in the morning," he muttered, his voice groggy. "Can we please look for your plant tomorrow? Plants don’t exactly have legs."
On the other end of the line, Garmadon’s voice was a mixture of panic and drama. "How dare you say that, Lloyd! Christofern is more than just a plant! He’s my companion! My soulmate! And now he’s GOOOOONE!"
Lloyd pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced at the clock. He was tempted to hang up but knew better than to leave his father mid-crisis. "Okay, fine," he said, sitting up in bed. "Did you... I don’t know, maybe move it somewhere? Plants don’t just vanish, Dad."
Garmadon let out a loud, overly dramatic sigh. "Lloyd, do you think I’m so incompetent that I’d misplace the most important thing in my life?"
Lloyd blinked. "I mean…"
"Don’t answer that!" Garmadon interrupted. "I searched everywhere! The living room, the kitchen, the laundry room... even the bathroom! But Christofern isn’t anywhere to be found!"
Lloyd frowned, now slightly more awake. "Wait. Why would Christofern be in the bathroom?"
"Don’t question my methods!" Garmadon snapped. "The point is, he’s gone! Stolen, no doubt by some nefarious fiend jealous of his beauty!"
Lloyd sighed. "Dad, who would even want to steal a houseplant?"
Garmadon gasped as if Lloyd had insulted him to his core. "HOW DARE YOU?! Christofern isn’t just a houseplant! He’s a rare species that requires tender care and a superior intellect to appreciate!"
Lloyd, now lying back down and rubbing his temple, muttered, "Or maybe someone just needed an extra salad."
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Garmadon roared, his voice echoing through the phone.
"Nothing, Dad!" Lloyd quickly backpedaled, biting back a laugh. "Okay, okay, I’ll come by in the morning, and we’ll look for Christofern. Just… try to get some sleep, okay?"
Garmadon sniffled. "Sleep? How can I sleep knowing my precious Christofern is out there, alone and vulnerable? What if he’s cold, Lloyd? What if he’s scared?"
Lloyd closed his eyes, now fully regretting answering the phone. "He’s a plant, Dad. He’s probably just… sitting somewhere, photosynthesizing or something. He’ll be fine."
