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H-Hey, stop that! [Down in the kitchen, Allen is struggling to keep his massive pile of food away from his newfound alien buddy. As if dealing with the braiding of his hair and the doodling on his face when he slept and the messing up of his room wasn't bad enough, now this guy is trying to steal his lunch! So Allen pushes his enormous mountain of food to the side... Only for his golem Timcampy to start eating it too.]

Tim, not you too! Ah- [Having to defend your food from all sides from aliens and football sized golden snitches? Not fun.]