shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*the seagull vibrates with emotion, and taps its beak against the robot's helm with great urgency, before waddling in a tight circle, wings flapping. this is literally the best day of its life.*

okay. alright. okay. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna screech. I'm ready

*the seagull throws its head back and lets out the loudest, most triumphant screech of its young life*

SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH

 

He nods with enough flourish it might as well count as a bow.
"Indeed that is how I understand my current existance. Though I fear, my story is not quite so exciting and fascinating as yours, milady. I simply hit my head and drowned and as such arrived here. Quite tragic."

 

But still, you walk among the living
A shell that still bends to your will
Even if your heart is cold and still
Like ours, but subtly more forgiving

 

That was. The most beautiful fragging thing.

 

[Congessi tilts her head, watching the bird for a moment, before adding her own loud, significantly more metallic screeching to the mix.]

screeeEEEECH SCREECH SCREEEECH

 

Simple, you work with what you get
Those who are present, not those who ain'
One's happenstance, another's gain
You have no time left for regrets

 

A mi takes it upon itself to represent the feline faction.
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

-Lacuna mutes everyone very briefly. Like, a second at most.-

 

-the Mi is very surprised by this-
Mi?

 

He gasps theatrically.
"MILADY! I have a holy bond to my lady wife and I fear that even if I felt it was proper and she would be available to give her explicit consent to such an arrangement, I am not interested in anyone but my beloved Theresa! You insult me."
He is clearly mostly joking, albeit a mild glimmer of panic can be perceived in his eyes if one pays attention well enough.

 

*the seagull reaches critical levels of happiness. has it reached its peak? how could anything in life be better than this very moment? the seagull is not intellectually equipped to ponder this question, and it abruptly poofs out of existence before it overextends its brain and injures itself.*

 

I7's- 7hey were very 7all pan7s-

Drippin'- 7ha7's-

-He looks 100% mortified, but tries to smile jovially.-

Crimeny, ma7e, I'd a7- a7 leas7 buy a fellow a drin- I mean dinner! - buy a fellow dinner firs7, I'm no7hin' if no7 a gen7le7roll...

Oi, 7ha7's rich!

 

...did I kill the organic?

-Stentato looks horrified.-

 

I wha7? C, I don'7 remember 7ha7! Who ha7es you?

You're simply 7oo dear a 7roll, friend, i7 mus7 be a misunders7anding D:

 

He suppresses a chuckle, but can't quite keep the slight grin from showing.
"My good sir! I will gladly invite you for dinner at the club, if you cease doubting the purity of me and my lady wife's matrimonious bond and also resist from trying to deny the veritable floods of liquid the Thames has drenched my person in. Look, it's even in my hair."

 

Okay~.
So are you going to apologize for calling me a bigot~?

 

SHOULDN'T YOU LIKE, BE GLAD TAHT THE RULES ARE TRYING TO KEEP PEOPLE FROM ENCROACHING ON YOUR BRAND IDENTITY? I THOUGHT YOU LIKE LIKED BEING INIMITABLE.

 

I am given to understand that this is not the afterlife, however. It is an in-between space where beings from all kinds of places may pass through.

I hope you are reunited with your lady wife, if that's possible. Which reminds me that my beloved and I should really be wed, and I should get about that.

 

Well, really? Were you planning on telling me, Icicle, or did I have to guess?