“I’m just saying, Rook,” Ben Tennyson said, dodging a spray of pink sludge from a malfunctioning Plumber conduit, “sometimes the quiet jobs are the worst. My brain needs action. It’s like a muscle. Atrophy. Atro-city.”
“Can I turn back now?” Ben whined, his high-pitched voice echoing off the metal pipes. ben 10 omniverse
And standing over him was a tall, thin alien with a blue face, red eyes, and a voice like broken glass. “I’m just saying, Rook,” Ben Tennyson said, dodging
“I still don’t get why we’re here, Grandpa,” Ben’s voice boomed, rattling the chains of temporal energy that anchored the Forge to reality. “I’m just saying