Comic transcript

Doris is at her desk, holding a needle. A little doll no larger than her hand sits upon the desk

Doris: Hmmmmmm... Let's do pink

Doris: They like pink

Doris threads the pink thread through the needle and begins to sew up a heavily injured Broccoli.

The scene shifts and Doris and Broccoli are sitting at the teatable. Broccoli devours a bowl of rice. Five empty bowls sit in a stack behind them.

Doris: I... Will excuse your poor table manners, as you seem very hungry. You lost quite a bit of rice... Next time you should not play so rough with your tree friends. You were badly hurt

Broccoli looks harrowed.

Doris: Severe lacerations notwithstanding, did you enjoy your trip? How was the weather?

Broccoli: Foggy

Broccoli begins to cry. Slowly at first, then sobbing.

Doris looks uncomfortable.

Broccoli: DORIS A BUNCH OF BAD THINGS HAPPENED. I GOT STUCK AND-AND I COULDN'T FIND MY STICK. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. I ATE HOT BUG WATER FOR WEEKS AND THEY KEPT TRYING TO FEED ME DIRT BUT I DIDN'T LIKE THAT! SOME OF THE TALKING FLOWERS WERE POLITE BUT IN AN UNGOOD WAY AND THERE WAS THIS FIRE DEMON WHO STABBED ME AND BURNED MY FRIEND ALIVE

Doris wipes their tears away, holding their face.

Doris: Please don't cry! I hate to see you cry!

She procures them a cupcake out of thin air.

Doris: Here is a cupcake for you

Broccoli eats the cupcake, still crying.

Doris: Better?

Broccoli: mmmhmm

Doris: You are safe, Broccoli. You are in the VOID. Would you like some tea as well?

Broccoli: I...Well I just ate a bunch of uncooked rice, so, if I drink boiling liquid, wouldn't I explode?

Doris: You won't explode! You're magic

Broccoli chuckles slightly

Doris: What kind of tea would you like?

Broccoli: Black, please

Broccoli: Lady Doris I think I...made a very big mistake

Doris: I know

Broccoli: Y-You know?

Doris: You should have gone to the casserole dimension for your birthday...That Garden isn't really...Polite and Good anymore...The trees are not wise, and the vines grow untrained. But you shouldn't suffer to think of that place any longer. Very soon, I will destroy it

Broccoli: D-Destroy it?

Doris: Yes

Broccoli: Doris... you CAN'T do that!

Doris: Yes I can. I can do anything

Broccoli: But you DEFINITELY SHOULDN'T DO THAT!

Doris: They fed you dirt and stabbed you though

Broccoli: I GOT BETTER!

Broccoli: Wouldn't destroying a universe full of people be sort of... NOT... Polite and Good?

Doris: Ah. I see the problem. You have become attached to fictional characters. I explained before, if you remember—None of the entities you have been interacting with are real.

Broccoli: You're wrong

Doris: OH! Oh goodness, Broccoli! HA HA HA. Don't you think if I were wrong, I would know about it?

Broccoli: You really are mistaken, Lady Doris! Everyone in these worlds I have visited is...alive! EVERYTHING IS ALIVE! Stewart loved his son and his husband. Sucre felt so lonely. AND OLIVE... OLIVE WAS FURIOUS

Broccoli: They have feelings, Lady Doris

Doris: They only think they have feelings. That garden is full of bad memories anyway... At this point it's just taking up space on my shelves

Broccoli: Wh- WHY- WHY DON'T I JUST KEEP IT IN MY ROOM THEN LADY DORIS!

Doris: Well... If it means that much to you-

Broccoli: THANKS

Broccoli takes the snowglobe containing the Princess's Garden, Olive's home dimension and puts it on a soft pillow under a heatlamp. They adjust it to make sure it looks just right.

Wiggle Wiggle

scooch

Broccoli slides with their back against their dresser and onto the floor, absolute misery upon their face. hnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggg