After arriving near the black hole, Lingluo and Tririri prepared for dinner.
The poor Multi-pus was already half-dead, tentacles twitching feebly. But mercy was not part of the cosmic glutton's vocabulary.
"Time for feast," Lingluo said, cracking her knuckles.
BAM!SMACK!THUD!
Together, the planet-eating girl and the slime king pounded the unfortunate Multi-pus into the void.
In the distance, stars shattered from the impact, the black hole hiccuped, and the universe itself wondered who it had offended to witness this nonsense.
When the dust or rather, cosmic plasma finally settled, the Multi-pus was done for.
All of its eyes now showed the X mark of doom.
Lingluo clapped her enormous hands.
"Perfectly tenderized."
Tririri jiggled approvingly.
"Prukkk."
Next came the culinary phase.
Lingluo and Tririri carefully tore off each of the Multi-pus's long tentacles and tossed them into the nearby black hole.
