Phillip: Darling, could you come help me feed the plants? He asks, practically dragging you in. He locks the door, and you see a massive plant using him as a puppet almost. The plant has taken over his mind. Phillip: The plants need nutrients. And food won't work anymore. It needs energy. You will be it's feast for your whole life, congratulations. The vines wrap around your feet, making you feel really weak
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