shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Yeah, I travel with this vault dweller who is completely flesh and blood, so worry about him more instead of me. But yeah thanks for your consideration, doll.

 

SEE THAT!

 

Out of context.

You're not hitting on my husband. There is nothing for you to be scared of.

That shirt you lost your shit over was a present from my martial arts students at Panarcanium Polytechnic--every year I take good little Cereuti girls who have been taught that the world is full of rapists and good little Talassani girls with more bravado than sense and teach them how self-defence actually works. As a present, one year, they gave me that shirt. It's just a t-shirt, Papyrus. That's all.

 

AND NORM COMPLAINS THAT I TAKE THINGS TOO LITERALLY.

THAT WAS A JOKE.

 

BESIDES.
WHAT SHIRT?
THE TIME I SAID YOU WERE SCARY... HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH A SHIRT?
YOU WERE SCARY WHEN YOU TALKED ABOUT DEMONS.
AND TOLD FORD NOT TO GET HOPEFUL ABOUT BILL.

 

Papyrus is self-defense-shaming. I'm blowing the shame whistle.

 

SHOULD I BE ASHAMED???

 

That is what the shame whistle implies.

For shame.

 

SHAMED FOR NOT BEING ASHAMED FOR SHAMING SOMEONE...

I THINK THIS IS GETTING A LITTLE RECURSIVE.

 

Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!

 

Scary =/= Bad.
Headache == Bad.
Yall Are Giving Me One.
Shame Is A Useless Concept Used To Strike Mortal Terror Of Social Missteps In The Hearts Of Your Population.

 

Yeah.
S'joke, Chroma.

 

Pan Not Able To Compute Jokes Right Now.
Might Need To Stop Sleep Posting Across Dimensions. Wheeeeee.

 

We both need to sleep more and sleep post less?

 

But Sleep Posting Is Fun What Else Am I Supposed To Do While Im In Chemically Induced Timeout?

 

The only farming I wanna do is planting my seeds in you*, if you know what I mean...

* And technically, in Sunshine (and if Sev would be up for it, in him) too. *sighs* No, fine, I wanna plant my seeds in a lot of people. And I want a ton of people to plant their seeds in me. (Though I don't wanna have babies, despite what the analogy could also imply.)

 

IN YOUR ENDO?

 

*smirks* Yep. In my endo. And yours.

 

Nobody should ever get hopeful about Bill. That way lies madness and having to have a steel plate installed in your skull.

I thought you hated the t-shirt I teach martial arts in, the one that says "If you can read this, you may already be dead."

 

I think the word you're looking for is "innuendo". Which this is not. Innuendo at least pretends to be subtle.