"I am back," said Chorby, soul glowing in her glorious green meatform 🐸✨

"No you aren't!!!" interrupted the shark. "You shall be consumed by my family to sustain the next game's tornado."

"I would prefer not to :)" replied Chorby. She cast a spell that gave her a sick outfit and an even sicker sword. It was over quickly after that.
The survivors could only hear distant cries of FOUL BALL along the void.

The end. Hashtag blaseball microfiction hashtag this is how it works, right. Go Fridays