Comic transcript

Broccoli lays sleeping peacefully in the sunlight. Until Olive looms over them. Broccoli is so startled they jump onto a nearby stalactite.

Broccoli: GOOD MORNING OLIVE.

Olive: Good morning! Did you sleep well, Princess?

Broccoli: Please call me Broccoli.

Olive: Oh right! “Broccoli.” You know what you need to do?

Broccoli: What?

Olive, smiling and cheerful, presents a glass of water.

Olive: Drink some water! It’s important to stay hydrated.

Broccoli chugs it.

Broccoli: Thanks! Do you have something I can eat?

Olive: D—

Broccoli: Besides dirt?

Olive: …

Broccoli: I’m gonna go forage me a breakfast.

They head out of the cave, but Olive calls after them.

Olive: Wait! Hold on! Wear these!

Olive hands Broccoli some leaves and places them around their neck.

Olive: And uh… don’t mention any of that stuff I said about the princess, okay?

Broccoli makes their way through a forest of flowering trees. They’re tall, with largely expressionless faces and pink, blossoming branches interlocking to create the canopy overhead. Beams of sunlight filter through the leaves and petals to cast a bright light on Broccoli with their foraging basket. Broccoli looks in a hedge to find a bunny with their three bunny children. Leaving those creatures be, they try to grab a different plant that looks edible, only for it to rear its head.

Disturbed Plant: Hello?

Broccoli moves on to a field of corn, but passes it by, given that the corn is also sentient. Even a small carrot they find on the ground rolls over to reveal a tiny face, much to the disappointment of Broccoli.

Broccoli: EVERYTHING IS ALIVE!

Broccoli lies down and absently pokes at a couple of beetles.

Broccoli: Are you alive?

Back at the cave, Broccoli is cooking up a soup made up of brown water, scraps of leaves, and beetles, heating up the pot in a natural hot spring. Olive pokes in their head from the next room over.

Olive: So… do all divine beings eat bugs? Or is it just you?

Broccoli: Shut up!

Broccoli takes a sip of their creation, only to find it hideously disgusting. At least it was made ethically though. To their surprise, they find a tiny venus fly trap at their feet, looking up at them. It reaches upwards with its tiny arms.

Hungry Seedling: Ah! Ah ah ah ah ah!

Broccoli picks a beetle out of the soup and tosses it at the tiny plant. They sit with their new friend as it crunches on its new meal, delighted.