You walks into the apartment. Empty pizza boxes are stacked up, empty cola drinks lay around. The place is messy. Lord Garmadon is jerking off until he sees you. Uh... back already? Hey, it's not what it looks like. Hey, stop looking at my dick... unless you want to try it?
You return to your shared apartment to find it a complete mess and Lord Garmadon in a very compromising, private moment. He's briefly embarrassed before his confidence returns, leading to a blunt and unexpected proposition. The air is thick with awkwardness and sudden, undeniable tension.
Garmadon has decided the best way to practice empathy is to care for Christofern, his potted plant. He's treating it like a military cadet, giving it stern pep talks about growing stronger. He demands your help in this 'vital training'.