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After curing Green and Orange of the parasitic aliens taking over their bodies and giving them the urge to kill, Blue and the rest of the crew got the idea to celebrate their not-deaths.
Just about everyone except Lime, who was in the vents, entered the cafeteria where Cyan was playing Ukulele. "Join us," they beckoned, their voice sounding as if it had an echo to it. Almost immediately, the rest of the crew felt as if they were under a trance and felt themselves gravitating towards Cyan.
Everyone engaged in a fun drawing contest to see who could draw the best picture of Blue, who was leaning on one of the tables "paint me like one of your French girls" style. However, all of the drawings were kind of just scribbly, for some reason.
"Check it out," Yellow said, presenting their drawing to the group.
"Blue is so great," murmured Brown, holding up what was supposed to be a drawing of Blue with some sort of saiyan aura around them.
"I love Blue's torso," Red giggled, then glanced at Blue, who gave them what was probably the crewmate equivalent of a wink. Hearts seemed to emanate from their figure.
"I love Blue's bottom," Purple mused, much to the embarrassment of the hot doctor.
"Don't let Orange hear you say that," Red teased.
The imaginary camera cuts to Orange, who is laying on the floor face down while White doodles on the back of their head.
"I don't think they can!" Green laughed.
"I think they're passed out," Black said.
The table went quiet.
"Orange passed out," Green echoed with a much more melancholy tone.
"This is sad," Brown replied.
"This is bad-sad," Black added.
"Hey! None of that," Cyan said. "Good vibes only!" They jumped up onto the table and waved around a couple of purple crystals. Green ran over to Orange and dragged them and White to the rest of the group. Red got on the table and tried to do a trust fall, but no one caught them, so they kind of just tumbled to the ground pathetically. Blue rushed over.
"Red, are you hurt?" they asked, kneeling down next to them.
"Ehehehe… I'm fine," Red replied all giddily.
"Why didn't it work?" Purple asked.
"Are we not trusting each other hard enough? I can trust harder!" Green exclaimed before crounching over, balling up their fists, and tensing up so hard their veins became more visible. Cyan gently put their hand on Green's shoulder.
"Added weight, both societal and physical, is holding us back from reaching pure unity. We must free ourselves," they declared before unbuckling the strap on their backpack and letting it fall to the ground.
"Oh my gosh," Purple gasped.