I’ve Watched Tango’s Episode And I Now Understand Why Everyone Is Obsessing Over Tango + Jimmy

A Collection of MCYTers Reacting to Hermitgang

With the latest renaissance I think it's worth it. None of these videos are my own, thank you to those who documented it!

1. Hbomb

This was before their MCC9 win and his excitement is infectious. Some very quotable moments in this reaction.

2. Jimmy Solidarity

Dances his way through it.

3. Martyn InTheLittleWood

Done in the break waiting for a game presentation to start. He gets very into the rapping.

4. Wilbur Soot

Done during a You Laugh You Lose (YLYL), only Xisuma's verse. It looks like he finds a new stage of grief.

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Shrub Berry is an expert on finding home.

For a time, she didn’t think this could be true. After all, you can only spend so many hours languishing over maps and asking wild animals if they’ve seen any ‘twisted mushroom people’ before you start to lose the plot.

She’d never considered herself an expert on anything before she washed up along the Undergrove. Back then it wasn’t a concern.

Of course, things change. Stepping through that portal in hopes of finding Home, she’d resigned herself to having no lead, no prayers— only hope. Just like she’d done all those years ago, fleeing from carnage.

Time is different in the nether. She doesn’t know how long it took for her to find her people once more, only that she felt older when she did. But maybe that was less of her age and more of a symptom of leaving.

It didn’t matter. She was home. It was time to rest and love and be with the people her heart had ached to find all this time. And yet, it still ached.

She wasn’t without love or health. There wasn’t a single ailment that besmirched her. For now until forever gave away, Shrub would be with her family, her people, her home.

So why did she still hurt?

It’s a predicament that she wrestles with near daily. That is, until she finds a lone traveller circling the outside of her portal long after nature has reclaimed it.

“Excuse me!” The traveller asks, twisting strands of pink hair between her fingertips, “I- I think I might be lost. I don’t know where I am.”

Shrub knows her. Despite the air of unfamiliarity, Shrub could never forget the face of a friend. Even if time and magic had snatched the most noticeable traits away.

“Of course,” She replies, “Where are you from?” It’s a damning question. Shrub remembers being asked it the first day she arrived on this continent. She remembers Lizzie asking it herself. The irony isn’t lost on her.

Lizzie-Not-Lizzie shakes her head, “I don’t know. I have this,” She holds out her palm to show a golden pair of rings glimmering in it’s center. When Shrub looks back up, the manic desperation in Lizzie-Not-Lizzie seems to have grown, “I think I lost something important. Forgot it.”

Shrub closes her hand around the rings, deep in thought. “It’ll be okay!” She smiles, banishing the guilt burning in her gut. It had no place here. “You might not know where you are right now, but I do. And this place is blessed!”

She gestures with a hand around her, “A really really long time ago, a gnome was lost and scared in these lands. Just like you. She got… frustrated a lot at the people around her. Because nature, the gods— No one could bring her home.”

“Did she find it?” Lizzie asks, blinking wide curious eyes.

Shrub grins, “It became one.”

Her grip readjusts, heart warm and full, to hold Lizzie’s hand securely in hers. She didn’t know how many of her friends had disappeared into the fog of unknown. Lost their memories—their lives.

But it would be okay. Because if time has proven anything, it’s that Shrub Berry is an expert at finding Home.

There is so much poetic justice going on around him.

There’s Grian and Scar, for one, which is enough to exhaust a whole season’s worth of poetry. The allies, the murderers, the fatal flaws, the victor and his final kill. As if that doesn’t cover it, there’s Impulse and Bdubs, the traitor and the betrayed, the two stubbornly insisting on a marriage through gritted teeth. Whoever said the universe doesn’t have a sense of humour is in for a bit of a reality check.  

And here’s the reality check – there’s Scott and Pearl. Except Scott doesn’t even pair up with Pearl, he chooses someone else – and yet, the person he chooses isn’t Jimmy. And Cleo hands him the flower, a daffodil, too yellow, and Scott makes a joke. And Jimmy jokes back, and the poetry around them shatters.

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i think tango and jimmy is objectively the funniest pairing possible because they have like no beef with each other. literally just two guys. pretty much every other pairing has some bad blood from past seasons but tango and jimmy are just. well they’re soul bonded now.

“Joe, I am thinking about death,” Cleo declares, hanging from the teeth of her snake cavern.

“…okay,” Joe says, slowly. He’s still looking through her chests for spare birch for some reason. She’s letting him. She really, really doesn’t need birch.

“Well, I mean, I thought you should know,” she says.

“I don’t mean to put you out by not bein’ suitably dramatic, but you think about death a lot,” Joe says reasonably.

“What? You’re good to talk about it to, what with you also being dead.”

“Am I truly?” Joe says. “I may be a ghost, and also transparent until each sunrise, but does that make me dead when I still speak? When I still dream, and change the people around me, and act?” He picks up a skeleton head from the chest and frowns. “Cleo, did you mean to lose this?”

“See, that’s what I mean—no, give it.” She holds out her hand, and Joe hands over the skull.

“Oh, good. Because if I held this too long talkin’ about mortality, someone might think it’s a bit too on the nose.”

Cleo snorts. “Alas, poor Cleo. I knew her, Joe.”

They’re both companionably silent for a bit.

“Any reason?” Joe says, after seemingly giving up on finding the birch he’d been looking for.

“For the skull? Joe, did you hit your head?”

“No, for talkin’ about death again, and why I don’t think we are.”

“Oh,” Cleo says. “Grian’s doing that game of his again, and I’m playing.”

“Oh! Good luck, have fun, as the kids and gamers say.”

“Thanks Joe. Appreciated.”

“No problem!” He turns to her and beams and she laughs.

“And you basically answered it anyway. What I’d give for everyone else to see it the way you do. We do, I guess. Death, I mean.”

“One day, they will!” Joe says brightly.

“Oh, that was ominous. I’m jealous.”

“With a little luck and also, ideally, some birch logs, you can be exactly as ominous as I am. Just three easy payments of I need those logs so badly Cleo why did you give me false hope—”

Cleo laughs.

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