It was a rainy Anthrocon evening, though still bright and cheerful inside the doors of the convention center. All the wyrmhandlers and their squirms were gathered in a panel room, socializing and having fun. Big Q, seeing the army of wyrms at his disposal, realized he could take over the panel room easily. But why stop there? Why not take over the whole convention? Big Q sneered to himself, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
It was chaos in the room. Shriekers were causing deafness, nightmares were attacking other wyrms, and infecteds were trying to bite eachother. D and the handlers were exhausted, and Big Q saw this as his chance. He roared a command to the large mass of wyrms, who could not withstand his orders (except for the babies, who were proving to be very defiant). But that was all he needed, as he ordered them to all attack D. It seemed like there was no hope left, as the wyrms began to squiggle near her.
Until.
Chris Pratt busted open the doors to the panel, darting right in front of D. He spread his arms to reach both sides of the wyrm army, clicking his clicker to calm the wyrms. He gave Big Q the death glare, which immediately stopped his powers from working. Raptor Jesus went up to him and made him an angel. The wyrm family was saved, all because of Chris Pratt coming in to save the day
/does not regret anything
