it's a metaphor for consumerism, i think

filler episode or smth

Dandy visibly relaxed “Get her a new water barrel? That sounds.. normal.”

“It is normal. Apparently there’s a second me that broke hers and now she’s telling Artemy that I break water barrels and we can’t have that can we?” They shook their heads in unison like good children. “Okay kids let’s rock ‘n roll.”

They helped me stand up because I was still kind of shaky and in pain, and Dandy took it upon himself to walk me outside while one of my arms was around his shoulder. It was stumbly and inconvenient but just for long enough until we found a-

Oh cool. A water barrel.

I lifted the whole damn thing up because I am so big and strong and also awesome. My wound hurt like hell but im built diff so idgaf. I mean if Lara will be bitchin’ I’ll give her something better to bitch about. This act is totally not to make Artemy like me better, nah, why would you think such a thing? That’s for simps. And I am not a simp. I don’t even care about Artemy’s opinion of me. Why would I? Artemy is stupid. I’m still mad at Artemy (i’m not).

Dandy looked concerned, because he’s a good kid who cares about people’s well beings even when he pretends like he’s above that shit, but Catnip and Aide just seem proud of me for being so big and strong. Together we walk to Lara Ravel’s house and I plop it down and think oh wow good job me until she opens the door and yells at me. “Get away from that barrel!”

I look up, and to my utter dismay girlie is wrapped in cloth. Queenieslay has the plague. Sucks to be her I guess. I quickly huddle Aide behind me as she hesitates on the doorstep, unwilling to come out now that she was my children.

“What are you doing?!” She continued, sounding kind of angry but also confused.

“I’m bringing you a new barrel!!!” I replied back “Because I’m nice and didn’t poison your last one!”

“You are NOT nice!” Lara sounds indignant “I saw what you did!”

“Lara, jesus, lay off it. It wasn’t me!”

She crosses her arms, and I’m sure she looks unimpressed, before she continues “Are you doing this for Artemy? I’m not going to tell him you did this. I don’t care about your stupid obsession with him. I’m not your wingwoman.”

“I- girlie I know I DID this because I’m NICE.”

“Actually, speaking about obsessions.” She continues “I heard from Artemy about your new obsession-”

“That SNITCH!!!”

“-And I want you to know I’m going to tell him. I can’t let you do to him what you did to Artemy.”

“No queen don’t actually please pelase please- children stay here, please please please” I walked towards her, trying to keep a respectable distance from her because I didn’t want to transmit her plague onto my children “Queen please don’t do that.”

“I have to. You’re out of control this time.” She holds her own arms tighter “I can’t let you mess things up.”

“Lara, come on. You have the plague, won’t you--”

“Not for long.” She snapped “I heard Artemy cured Grief. He’ll cure me too, and when he does-”

“He did what now? How did-”

“I- don’t interrupt-”

“Also aren’t you supposed to feel like you’re not supposed to receive a cure from Artemy because there’s better people to cure? Really out of-”

“I- Shut up. Yes, Artemy cured Grief. I heard he made a cure from.. blood? Or something? He came by earlier to tell me, but that’s besides the point. When he does cure me I’ll-”