A rainbow phosray picks up a small sack and looks inside “Welp that's our last rope-” The phosray turns to their silver friend “that's all the trap supplies I had Dean, and I don't know where to get more.” A devious grin adorns Dean's face; he then ruffles through his poofy blue and yellow hair and pulls out a strange flute and plays a tune akin to a children's cartoon song. Suddenly a bright blue and yellow streak of fire shoots above the two phosray qu...
