shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

He's not a small female dog, though.

 

Pointy stop being so fucking literal for one minute. You might learn a thing for once.

 

Fine.

You are a little bitch. The littlest bitch.

 

See? You learned how to grow a pair of globes.

 

I don't want to add genitals to my physical form.

 

And we're right back at square one. Grub inches.

 

You think she's talking to us?
Hell if I know.

 

Does Pointy look like she's giving me her oh so heartfelt and touching pity? Or Glasses?

 

So I misinterpreted your relationship to your god. That doesn't make it pity.

 

Condolences are pity, shitsforbrains.

 

See, this is exactly the sort of enlightened discourse I've come to expect from you.

 

Well, if that's the way you see things, then I take it back.

 

Good. Don't deserve it anyway.

 

I can tell you're just the life of the party.

 

I even come with my own glowsticks. Too bad people die when I bring them out.

 

There's no shortage of overly-destructive weapons here. Mine's starting to feel a bit peckish.

 

Use it. Break something. Or someone.

 

She eats souls. Got any candidates?

 

Got a long list. Not in your universe, sadly.

 

You can start with the triangle if you don't have a list of your own...