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Builderfan hummed to himself quietly as he climbed down the ladder that went into the lower floor of the doomspire. He had just went shopping for things to make a burger. He walked further inside the bottom floor until he reached the kitchen, still humming a common melody.
He set the bag down onto the messy table and took out the ingredients from inside the bag. He turned to the stove and set a pan onto one of the burners before turning it on. He slapped a patty onto the pan, letting it sit there for a moment before stepping away to place the hamburger buns onto a plate.
He spread ketchup on one side, and mustard on the other. He turned back to the pan with the sizzling patty and flipped it over. He repeated this process a few times before he thought it was fully cooked. He turned off the stove and picked up the patty with a spatula and placed it on one of his hamburger buns.
Now he could start building his burger. He placed the cheese, lettuce, and tomato with no problem. Now it’s time to open the pickle jar!
Builderfan placed his hand on the top of the lid, locking his fingers around the sides, and twisted it.
It didn’t budge.
So he tried again, with more might!
However this only lead to him letting out pathetic grunts and getting sore fingers.
Builderfan rubbed his poor hand for a moment before taking the jar to the upper part of the doomspire, walking past his shop and to one of occupants of the tower.
“H3lp3r, I can’t open this!!!” He whined to the cardboard robot, in which it only responded with a mechanical scoff and took the jar.
“ARE Y0U REALLY THAT WEAK, BFAN?” Though he was a robot, his bitter laughter was very clear (in a somewhat bit-crunchy way).
“Just open it before my burger gets all soggy.”
With that, H3lp3r started to twist the lid to the jar..
“I’M S0RRY.”
Builderfan was starting to get a little angry. He said goodbye and thank you to H3lp3r before looking for someone else on the doomspire who could open the stupid pickle jar.
“Would you please sign my petition?” The familiar deep voice rang through Builderfans ears.
“I HIRED YOU I DON’T NEED TO SIGN IT” Builderfan snapped before he calmed down to think for a second. He suddenly spoke up again.
“Yeah just open this jar!” He said as he shoved the jar into Petition Guy’s hands, knocking the paper out of the way.
Petition Guy used as much power and force as possible, he was desperate to get as many signatures as possible.
It didn’t work.
Builderfan took the jar back and started pacing around the doomspire, while Petition Guy picked up his paper from the ground and spoke frantically as builderfan passed by him again.
“PLEASE LET ME TRY AGAIN” But his plea fell on deaf ears. Builderfan continued to pace around before coming to a stop infront of his shop, sighing with this weird level of sadness. He suddenly heard an echo-y voice coming from the rail that stopped people from falling off the doomspire.
“why do you look so sad”
“I can’t open this stupid jar!” Builderfan walked to the rail where Ghostly Robloxian sat. He held his arms out with the jar in his hands for them to look. They reached their hands out as if they were to take the jar.
Builderfan loosened his grip on it. Instead of watching Ghostly Robloxian take it into their hands, he watched the glass jar phase through their fingers and shatter onto the ground, causing the pickles and its juice to explode everywhere. Builderfan just simply looked down at the mess with an unclear expression on his face.
He walked to his shop to get a mop and pushed the mess of glass, pickles, and juice off of the tower. He climbed back down the ladder that was in front of his shop to walk back to the kitchen on the lower floor. His burger sat on the table, it was still warm.
He didn’t like pickles that much anyway.