Putting aside the fact that whatever Zach The Wizard Lizard had done to a few poor Storm Drain Lizards had caused them to start exhibiting a strange range of effects, Trebble had a bigger problem on his hand.

Yes, watching a very angry group of superpowered storm Drain Lizards chase the profanity howling Zach was quite entertaining and giggle-inducing.

But Trebble did have a bigger problem on his hands...

Though.... maybbeee that bigger problem could wait for a few seconds....

Watching Zach getting chased around wayyyy too funny to ignore.

Having only created the rootin tootin snot shooting wizard of lizards a few hours ago, Trebble wasn't expecting to get a good grasp of the things personality so soon. It took Billy at least half a day to really show off its beautiful and flamboyant nature ( and only a few minutes for Trebble to send the rat off to Acting school ), and Trebble was still trying to figure out both the Storm Drain Lizards and Mr. X ( Trebble's favorite and only local eldrich drug dealer).

Well, the communication gap with the latter two did put a little kink in Trebble's plans to really get to know either.

Maybe when things settled down he should take some time to learn Reptile, Elder Sign, or Yogsothothian.

Maybe he should get a translation implant. Trebble saw many moving ads for those displayed on the many products that eventually became trash on his street. Especially cereal boxes for some reason.

Could a dungeon core get a neural implant ??

Could he get his creatures one of these implants ???

And why were there ads on a cereal box ?

And how were they moving ???

Hmmm.... To much to think about...

ANNNNNYYYWAYYY

To be honest, Trebble was pretty damned sure that Zach was an exception to that communication business.

Pausing his panic to listen to the overly creative curses that slowly drifted up from the storm drain entrance Trebble sighed. Thank god there was a huge pile of trash covering the storm drain entrance otherwise Trebble was pretty sure the noise would attract the attention of a stupid human to his core room.... and that would be.... rather unfortunate... for them... After all they would most likely run into Zach and the ever so rowdy Storm Drain Lizards....

Taking another second in an attempt to decipher Zach's accent Trebble shuddered.

Yea.... Most definitely an exception.

There was no language anything with ears needed to learn to understand the intent behind those foul words.....

Trebble would bet a whole mana point on it.

Even he didn't fully understand what the blue robbed wizard was shouting and he understood the intent behind the words.

In fact, Trebble would bet two whole mana points that if anyone else viewed the first five seconds of Zach's life they would completely understand what they were dealing with.

It only took one oversized booger for Trebble to completely understand Zach. Well... that and the fact that the old coot shoved the damned thing into a bottle that he planned to sell as a potion.

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The damned old geezer was chock-full of personality.

IF you could call a walking public health hazard thrown into a blender with your favorite ( or most bearable) conservative talk show hosts from the 1970s and a cowboy hat ( the hat is just for the accent) a " personality" and not a walking disaster.

And in all honestly, it grew quite heavily on Trebble, just like everything else that he had run into.

HE LOVED IT.

LUVVVEEEDDD IT !!!

L. O. V. E. D. I. T

#LOVE-FOR-wIzArD-LiZaRd

#GET-THOSE-DAMED-KIDS-OFF-MY-LAWN

And although he loved and understood that damned Lizard already for some reason, that also meant that Trebble knew that whatever the Storm Drain Lizards were trying to kill the reptile for was.... probably entirely Zach's fault... and probably horrific.

Urghhhh....

Trebble didn't know why but the fact that he found a glowing lizard storm drain lizard attempting to drown itself pointed to some unsavory conclusions.

At best Zach forced his reptile brethren to consume his boogers, at worst ....

at worst....

he might have violated the poor things.

UUURHHHGHHHHGGHGHh.........

Trebble was most definitely going to have to have a talk with that oversized reptile eventually. Something he hadn't done yet surprisingly, but something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

He loved Zach, yes... to a degree... But in the end it was really hard to hold a conversation with someone you only barely understood... And was he really willing to put himself through the torture of trying to decipher the things western accent.... No...

Anyway, Trebble was less than a day old, he had plenty of time to deal with a crazy Lizard. It wasn't as if his dungeon core was in danger.

And in the end it looked like the Storm Drain Lizards were teaching Zach the lesson he needed without Trebble needing to get involved.

Trebble was pretty sure that a fire-breathing lizard almost set Zach's robes on fire, A lighting emitting one almost zapped the wizard to death, and a superspeedy one kept nipping at Zach's tail.

Although the ramifications of that were too much to process in a second, Trebble decided to move on due to noticing some movement near his dungeon core.

Splitting a thread of his awareness to peak on his dungeon core Trebble was surprised to see a strange sight.

A few dozen of the local storm drain lizards had made signs out of floating garbage and cut out words from advertisements that fell into the storm drains and were protesting around his dungeon core...

wAiT !!! tHeY wErE pRotEsTing aRoUnD hIs dUnGeOn cOrE ?!?!?!

What did the signs even say ????

And how could he understand them ???

The crazy things knew English ???

Somehow having a third heart attack since this train of thought had started .5 seconds ago, and he didn't even have a heart !!! He was a dungeon core for goodness sakes !!! And yet he was still somehow going into cardiac arrest !!!

UUUUUAGHGHGHGHHGGHGGHGG !!!!!

Coming with a collage of colors, memes, fonts, and textures, the group of lizards hissed profanities at his core's direction while waving a sea of multicolored signs in his direction with a variety of strange slogans that for some reason all included hashtags.

#Justice-For-The-Storm-Drain-Lizards

#Out-With-The-Strange-Blue-Sphere

#Down-With-The-Dungeon

#Think-Of-The-Victims

#Call-Criss-Hanson

#We-Were-Here-First

#Im-Just-Here-To-Protest

#My-Wife-Made-Me-Come

#Remember-Pride-Month

#Does-It-Come-In-Pink ???

Trebble did not, in fact, have an option to turn pink.

If he did, he probably would, because looking at the number of lizards toting that very strange sign around and variations of it, it probably would get rid of a good tenth of the protestors.

Why did a tenth of the protesting storm drain lizards want him to turn pink?

Why did only one more of his precious trash-eating mushrooms grow back after that horrible afternoon rush hour?

Why was that glowing lizard trying to drown itself? And how was it failing so miserably?

What did Zach the Wizard Lizard do to that poor lizard and every other superpowered lizard trying to kill him?

When was Billy going to get back from Acting school? and did it actually do anything ??

When did Mr. X somehow appear on Thirteenth Avenue again ??

How could the Storm Drain Lizards speak English? And how did they learn how how to protest and make picket signs ??

What was pride month? And why did that rainbow-tinted lizard want him to remember it ???

And when did a strange sign labeled mushrooms squished and a number 5 show up ??

All were questions Trebble was desperate to answer...

Desperate....

Like lip sync for your life desperate...

But there was one question that at the moment Trebble had to direct all of his attention to.

Why the hell was there a strange beautiful human woman bending over to consume the only trash-eating mushroom that had grown back recently?

And to add to that, was he going to somehow get another kill from a human's stupidity ??