Cyril was just so completely done. SO FUCKING DONE. He had just gone on this mystical, magical adventure into the Pool of Origins to find the Black Star Dragon Balls, and then completely and utterly failed to fix his condition. And the Black Star Dragon couldn’t heal his condition, he had checked and he couldn’t. So now Cyril was once more right at his base power level. FUCKING AGAIN. Cyril just couldn’t handle it right now. He needed to go to sleep and get over it. And that is just what he did. Cyril whistled and his ship appeared. Cyril walked right in and went into the east wing of his ship. He went straight to his bed and plopped down. He fell right to sleep, like a babe swaddled in a blanket and looking like a burrito. Except Cyril didn’t look like a burrito baby. Cyril was a burrito MAN. Er. SERAPH!
Cyril dreamed about fairy plums, and dancing sparkles. Or however that musical goes. You know, the Nutcracker? Maybe Cyril dreamed of Nutcrackers. I dunno. But anyway, he dreamed about all the things he had done. At first he had a nightmare about the two times he had been forced to toss himself in the Pool of Origins. But then he gradually relaxed and dreamed about his successes. He dreamed about how he had stopped that mad scientist girl from destroying Earth via plague. He dreamed about how he had once stopped Heaven from being destroyed by some huge black hole. Cyril dreamed about how he had gotten sucked into the event horizon of a black hole and successfully escaped by reading Crime and Punishment. Or something. He dreamed about all the beautiful people he had saved. Cyril woke up with a gasp as he realized that all his quests would probably be needed to done all over again.
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