Glorbus had been sitting on top of a warm metal manhole cover all morning, miraculously avoiding getting hit by cars. Johnny had scampered away when an automatic door opened and startled him, and upon his not-returning Glorbus did the only logical thing he could think of and walked into traffic. Glorbus was always told "if you're ever lost, just stay right where you are and wait for someone to find you." Although that method had gotten him kidnapped twice and hit by a bus once, he has nothing else to go by, so today, Glorbus sits on a manhole cover.

        The heat of the metal had become increasingly uncomfortable for Glorbus and his little already nubby feet had started to melt. Glorbus slowly tried to crawl away from the manhole cover, but the bottom layer of his legs were permanently stuck to it, if only... if only it were butter, but alas, it isn't I can't believe it's not butter. Glorbus was able to take a few stretchy steps away from the scorching metal, but was tethered to the spot, his legs were ripping themselves apart trying to separate from their crispy counterparts permanently stuck to the metal. The imagery was similar to melting cheese stuck to a frying pan, pulling it away and long strings of the cheese connect them like the cheese in a pizza commercial.

        Glorbus Tries his very hardest to move across the road, but is only able to move a few inches, to the point where if a car were to pass, the tire would go right over him. The low, distant sound of tires and an engine came a' runnin'. Glorbus recognized the sound from his James Bond phase and started pannikin, but the pannikin only made him trip and stumble, desperately trying to un-stuck himself, resorting to attempting to chew his own legs off, which proved unsuccessful. You know the thing about when you look out a car window, and everything right in front of the window seems to be moving much faster than everything on the sides, well that's actually explained by Einstein's famous theory of relativity, but also, it's the exact feeling Glorbus felt, when that big ol' tire went from over the horizon, to over him and gone in seemingly and instant.

        It was a horrendous scene, similar to stomping on a jello packet. All that was left of our beloved Glorbus, was an indescribable mess of Glor-bits strewn across the road. looks like this is the end. No more Glorbus. He's clearly dead. Look at all that mess, no need to keep reading, just a depressing end to a depressing story! yep, nothing left here, byeee!

(pst, hey, you didn't but that obviously suspicious "end" did you? come with me into this dark abandoned corner and read the rest of the story! these next bits take place in a different dimension, so be ready for a LOT of introspective fourth-wall breaks and references, so try not to die or something. welp, off we go to follow Glor-baby! see you on the other side!) _GL0RBUS_SUSTANIBILITY_REACHED.0023417_TAKING_COMAND___100238_F0LL0W.43556

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a hazy, pink, sci-fi esque layer hangs over some sort of atmosphere substitute. all senses seemed to have been drained from everything. A sense of presence, area, space, time, direction, meaning. all earthly concepts disappear as all that is left are swirling colors and shapes, blended with other senses to create a subtle, simple distraction of perception. Before things (of lack there of) could get too confusing, the sensation of presence slowly started to wash over Glorbus as he started to remember that he was. Organ memory, cellular memory, memory, all of the things, as the stray consciousness continued to drift faster and faster, could start to reform. And right when he remembered he had eyes, he opened them, and everything stopped swirling, and he was in a nicely decorated small-ish room, with paintings. BOOM CLIFHANGER! ha, now you have to come back later. Goodbye for now!