shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Ugh, don't let the older generations hear you say that. They give me and Stentato enough shit over being 'too young' anyway. Too young to what? We're adults! We've got a trade! We've got jobs! The only ones trying to stunt our life experience are old farts.

 

I brrrrooookeeee yoooourrrrs meeedddical scaaaannnneeeerr?

Woooooooow.

I break everything, don't I?

Almost broke the multiverse. Joined up with Bill, he wanted to break it. Killed Wendy.

 

Blame old coding. Very old coding.

 

...okay, no, this sounds pretty normal for you. Sadly.

 

Come on, Cap. Surely an old bot can learn new tricks.

 

Lacuuuna, you're bugging people.

 

Nooooooorrrrmaaaaal. Hah. Nooooooormmmmmaaaal. Norm, that's me. I'm Norm.

Norm the Genie. Not Norm Pines. Or Norm Vaklai. Just... Norm the Genie. *pouts*

 

So what? Everyone back on Cybertron just got named by where they popped out of the ground, and there's only one hot spot on Devisiun. We're all [Name] of Devisiun.

 

No, I meant old for us! Old for me. Some mechs have a garbled old protection directive for the young. No one remembers why.

 

...really? That's interesting! I want to see them. Uh. Please, sir?

 

Hey, Dali. Have we met? You seem familiar but I'm not sure. Perhaps you were at dinner too.

 

Hi there! I was! I'm Dalirit Langrael, but everyone calls me Dali.

This is NOT the way to impress me.

 

The mechs or the directive? I'm not a processor surgeon or a mnemosurgeon, so I can't show you the directive, but I had it. Might still, I don't know! Someone tinkered with it a long time ago.

 

Beeeing a genie sucks!

And I wanna marry Sev. And Sunshine. And Pap. But Pap doesn't have a last name. *pouts*

Yeah. Yeah. I know. I suck. *sighs*

 

...yeah, okay, unless you start showing clear poisoning symptoms, I'm gonna assume you're just drunk.

Valiska. Moral question for my moirail. I'm not obligated to save someone a hangover, even if I would for anyone else in the house, solely because the hangover is brought about in a poorly thought attempt to harass me?

 

Not harass you. Get medical attention from yoooooouuuu. Hot hot meeedickal attention.

 

...yeah, no, that's coercive. Not feeling guilty anymore. Enjoy the hangover.

 

You're not obligated to do a damn thing for someone who's trying to harass you. If he really gets sick I'm sure I have something in the alchemy lab I can dose him with, or he can try Getheny's pills--they didn't kill Stan after all.

 

I'm Mint, I'm one of Jame's Ten. Pleased to meet you! *big smile*

 

Thank you. I was fairly sure, but... *shrug*