"Eat up, eat as much as you want! Young Master Agammon is picking up the tab today. You'd better eat enough to last you several hundred years."
Dormammu's energy beam sent him crashing down beside a river, blasting out a pit hundreds of meters deep and over a hundred meters wide, severely injuring him once again.
But he still did not die. His Tenth Metal skull was incredibly sturdy, and with Strangle around, physical injuries were no problem.
The river water then poured back into the crater, causing him to float up like an oil slick in a bowl of soup.
What a marvelous dimension. Pick up any stone from the ground, and it was a gemstone. Snap off any tree branch, and it was divine wood. Every flower, every blade of grass, every animal was a treasure infused with Cosmic Energy.
Naturally, while his body repaired itself, Su Ming gave Cloak and Strangle some freedom. One went to scoop up gemstones to eat, while the other ate some purple aquatic creatures to replenish itself.
After today, he would probably become the most unwelcome person in the Purple Dimension. It would not be easy to visit this pick-your-own supermarket again.
Strangle ate while repairing its host's body. Fortunately, its host had a Healing Factor as a foundation. Otherwise, there would probably be little human flesh left by now, only Symbiote tissue filling in the holes.
Cloak once again displayed its shrewd side. It turned itself into something like a giant dustpan and, like a gold prospector from the West, sifted through the shallow water near the riverbank, separating out gemstones of every size.
It did not merely eat them itself. It kept traveling back and forth between the riverbank and the Sorcerer Supreme, stuffing gemstones into Su Ming's pouch and