the ^ < V game

[Barbas]

^ *Ogles*.

< *Boggles*.

v Dance!

 

[Headsprouter]

^ *floorspin*

< Tired.

V Terrifying.

 

[Fijiman]

^ Depends on your point of view.

< Blarg.

V Who said you could look like Ronald Reagan?

 

[UltraDeth]

^ Genetics, ************

< Fem Fortress 2

V *XenoMorph sound effects in distance*

 

[Barbas]

^ They mostly bonk at night. Mostly.

< It's involuntary.

v It's not your fault.

 

[Euryalus]

^ I know. It was Colour's fault

< I blame her

V You should too!

 

[Barbas]

^ OK, I guess so!

< God damn it.

v God damn it, woman!

 

[Euryalus]

^ Women, I tell ya!

< Not sure what exactly I'm supposed to be tellin' ya about them...

V I think it was that they do stuff... or something

 

[Headsprouter]

^ Sexist pig! *WHAMMOs with handbag*

< Oh, the cruel irony!

V Blurple.

 

[Barbas]

^ How ffffffffffFFFFFFFUCKING DARE you! (Jim Sterling voice)

< What fucking moron designed this?!

v Bring me their tonsils!

 

[Fijiman]

^ Am I getting paid?

< Doing stuff.

V Farts in space.

 

[Neuromancer]

^ In space, no one can hear you.

< Unless you fart.

v Chin-choppa chin-choppa!

 

[Barbas]

^ Get to it!

< I hope that was right.

v Not there.

 

[Headsprouter]

^ *cloak wears off* Not not there anymore.

< ...

V Got any spare brains, buddy?

 

[Neuromancer]

^ Oh look, the brawn asks from brains.

< What's next? The sky falling on our heads?

v Those Gauls are crazy!

 

[Barbas]

^ How very racist.

< Initializing judgement...

v Verdict complete: You have penis elbow.

 

[Headsprouter]

^ My arm's a real dick, sometimes, oh no, here it goes, again!

< *flail* I can't control it! Don't you dare!

V *slap*

 

[Barbas]

^ Yooooooooooooooou FUCKHOOOOOOUUUUUUUSE!!

< *Flailing intensifies*.

v ENJOY MY STREAM OF GOODNESS!

 

[Headsprouter]

^ It melts me!

< My dick-arm! It's falling off...my legs...my spine, my lower ja-aughguhghghghhhh!

V *reaches for assistance*

 

[Fijiman]

^ *hands banana phone*

< *something silly*

V *something dumb*