> Get back to it, Nate.

Yeah, alright. There's no more putting it off. Adventure time, you suppose.
You head through the back door into the backyard, where Russel is usually found.



It's... not quite the "adventure ready battlefield" you'd like, but it's still nice! There's greenish grass, a bunch of plants around, and a big old tree in the back corner with a sitting area under...



RUSSEL!!!
There you are, you little scamp!
You rush over and deploy the Perfectly Burnt Fish to lure him inside to eat.



... He doesn't budge. Not even a lifted ear or a twitch of his tail. Russel, simply put, does not care right now.
Which is, to put it lightly, quite unusual for him. What could've possible gotten into h-



RUSSEL, YOU CUNT!!
Don't you know the number one rule of adventuring, "Take nothing but photos, leave nothing but footprints"?! You are in big trouble, mister!

He doesn't move a single muscle at your outburst.

You sigh. He's too cute to be mad at for long.
You attempt to scoop him into your arms, but he teleports out of them with a blinding green flash. You turn around to see him, fish in mouth, trotting inside without a care in the world. Especially for the poor mouse he slaughtered, or the core rule of adventure he just broke.

You do the only thing you can think to do right now. You captchalogue the mouse.



And... You think you need a break from all this. Time to switch back, maybe?