Comic transcript

Broccoli stands up amidst a field of identical broken twigs, brushing themselves off.

Broccoli: Well, one of these is my room-stick…

Broccoli picks up a stick and tries to open a passage to their room, but the stick doesn’t work

Broccoli: Nope

Coming from somewhere in the distance, a spooky sound: WooOOOOoOOOoOOoooOoo

Broccoli turns to face the origin of the sound, discovering that it’s coming from a burning forest.

Broccoli: …

Their eyes fill with fear as they recognize the source of the fire: a many armed, amorphous, fiery creature with an open, screaming mouth.

Broccoli frantically picks up a stick and tries to go back to their room, but it doesn’t work. They try another, and another. A crash sounds from the burning woods, and Broccoli tries a final stick. Finally, it is the room-stick!

Unfortunately, a tree falls on them, knocking the room-stick away, and hurting Broccoli.

A voice cuts through the smoke: Hey

Broccoli looks up to see a thin, wooden humanoid figure with drooping leaves at the top of their head looking down at them.

The Figure: Shhh… Everything will be okay.

Unknown: Eat this. Make you better.

A hand holds a spoonful of a brown, powdery substance up to Broccoli’s mouth.

Broccoli, hesitant, consumes the substance, but quickly spits it out.

Broccoli: Bleh! What— What is that?

Unknown: It’s dirt!

The speaker is a plant with a thin stem for a body and many flowery heads resembling dogs.

Broccoli: …Why?!

The different flowery heads take turns responding

Obedient Plant: We assure you, it’s the highest quality. High quality dirt! Just for you.

Broccoli avoids the plant’s second attempt to feed them dirt, and looks to the side, seeing the Figure from before.

The Figure: Hey, take it easy.

Broccoli, fully waking up, looks around for the first time.

Broccoli: Oh my stars! You’re a bunch of… pretty flower people! And you!

They turn towards the Figure.

The Figure: I am an olive tree

Broccoli: You saved me from that fire thing!

Olive: Don’t even mention it—

Obedient Plant: Little HEATHEN nearly got themself burnt to a crisp trying to save you! What were you even doing out near the coast? Didn’t you hear the demon warning siren?

Broccoli shrinks back from the heads of the plant.

Broccoli: I… The… what?

Obedient Plant: Well you are Safe now… Have some more dirt—

Broccoli smacks the spoon of dirt away to the immense shock of all the flower people nearby. There is silence for a moment.

Broccoli: …I’m sorry. Can someone please tell me where I am? And what is a “demon?”

Potted Plant Bystander: “What is a demon?”

Conjoined Plant Bystander: What kind of full grown cauliflower doesn’t know what a demon is?

The olive tree steps in front of Broccoli and addresses the crowd of plants.

Olive: Hey! They are obviously a foreigner! Like me.

Broccoli: …

Obedient Plant: That makes sense!

Potted Plant Bystander: Yes, this explains everything.

The olive tree turns towards Broccoli.

Olive: Why don’t I show you around, Cauliflower?

They lean in with a bit of a crazed look in their eye.

Olive: I know all about demons.