"No it isn't Gamzee. I wish a painful end to those who would dare steal one mans pie. Especially that of the slime nature."
[Good night everyone.]
[Good night everyone.]
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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I discover that the damage to the pelican is largly superficial, and after seeing that it still takes off ok, beguin to fix the damage to the dropships armour. Knife continues to browse the library, skimming the titles as he walks amoung the shelves. "Read it, read it, read it twice, wrote it, read the draft copy...."
This continues in a similar fashion for some time.
This continues in a similar fashion for some time.
".....Dude, who gave you those scars? I mean, Nepeta couldn't have done it because she's....*sniff*...dead. You know, because of Bec Noir? Anyway, I don't see the point in killing me, if I'll just respawn. Your plan seems pretty weak man. Want to have a feelings jam?" I say calmly.
I derealisate [i/]Confessions of a Housewife[/i], the sheer sauciness providing enough power to the di-fusion mandeleeve generator to enable it to jumpstart the Flux-equation drive.
The dials and switches on the control panel slowly flicker into existence.
"Hey Zombie, have you got an Adult bookstore over there?"
The dials and switches on the control panel slowly flicker into existence.
"Hey Zombie, have you got an Adult bookstore over there?"
"Nearby, in the fort, she's fine, no I didn't, and no you won't. She's being a huge ***** about helping. So, there's that. Now, fuck you." I end the call, and turn to Gamzee.
"So, wanna have a feelings jam or some shit? Also, if you haven't went sober yet, why do you have scars? I mean, Nepeta has died already...oh god, why did she have to be so brutally killed Bec?! WHY! Anyway about your scars. I think they're..." I wipe my finger over one, and look at it. My finger is purple, and the, so called scars, have been smudged.
"Dude, you've got some purple paint on your face. Just saying."
"So, wanna have a feelings jam or some shit? Also, if you haven't went sober yet, why do you have scars? I mean, Nepeta has died already...oh god, why did she have to be so brutally killed Bec?! WHY! Anyway about your scars. I think they're..." I wipe my finger over one, and look at it. My finger is purple, and the, so called scars, have been smudged.
"Dude, you've got some purple paint on your face. Just saying."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now, I'm trying to have a fucking conversation with Gamzee! Call me back when you've grown up!" I barely contain my laughter as I end the call. I turn back to Gamzee.
"Geeze, can you believe this guy?"
"Geeze, can you believe this guy?"
"Pffft yeah right. Hell, wonderful? Polacor, you so funny!" I laugh as I walk off to continue reinforcing the fort.
"Hey Salt, if I had a way to sneak-attack Zombie right now, would you be okay with me doing it?"
I take my transdimensional Communicator out of my pocket and speed-dial Zombie.
"Can you check if theres a book called [i/]The Passion of a Stranger[/i] in there?" I ask as I
power up the Quantum-entaglment Search Frequency.
"Also, can you get Dereck on the phone?"
"Can you check if theres a book called [i/]The Passion of a Stranger[/i] in there?" I ask as I
power up the Quantum-entaglment Search Frequency.
"Also, can you get Dereck on the phone?"
"Sigma please, your feeble housewife smut is embarrassing." I turn a bookcase around to reveal a hidden collection of books. I pullout a thin volume with a bright pink cover. "Joey Comeau's Lockpick Pornography. There is little finer erotica."
[i/]Patching Search Frequency-98%[/i]
As the software loads, I make a smoothie and drink it whilst staring of into the distance.
As the software loads, I make a smoothie and drink it whilst staring of into the distance.