"Crystals! So, so many crystals! ALL MINE! I'm rich! Wah-hahaha!
"No! No one shall take my crystals, or I'll feed you to my flowerbed!
"You can't find my secret vault down there! No one can!"
While mumbling, Jackson kept wiggling to and fro and returning all the magic crystals it just stole back onto Dave's table.
Next, it commanded its vines to collect a pile of pebbles, before it happily carried them back underground.
Angor casually checked the crystals. He made sure not a single one was missing before putting them into his bracelet.
"What's going on with this guy?" Dave gazed at Jackson's silly moves in surprise.
"Simple. It is having a nice dream."
"An illusion?"
"Yup."
