User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-9204260-20150204162346

Folderol glared at The Mask's move. In response, he formed a claw of light and grabbed at the patch of dirt where the pills were buried, lifting it and then disappearing.

"I would recommend you stop trying to prevent this." Folderol said, not noticing the symbiotes.