shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-places a paw in between.- ok kid, ya had yer fun, now knock it off.

 

*He takes over and drags a rather stunned Itch into a darker calmer corner.*

 

Yo, is uh, she okay? There used to be doctors in here, but I don't... know if they're around.

 

-he jumps- If I leave the offensive organic be will you promise to never do that again?

 

back off.

 

Hy ken tek a look. -approaches @Itch -

 

i said back off.

 

I am literally not moving because shit seems to be handled, but whatever dude. If she bleeds out 'cause you wanna bristle like a porcupine with grudge, that's on you.

 

This is the rave. She'll live. Probably. If she wants to.

 

Hy vill do dot ven She tells me to. Now move or hy move hyu.

 

vwhy dont you let ME handle this.

 

Iz hyu a doctor? no? Den hyu iz not qualified und hyu friend iz gonna suffer becawze hyu iz an eediot.

 

i am a doctor.

*He's not a doctor.*

 

I..don't know?

But I didn't do anything...
[Makoto is still sitting in a corner, crying, far away from Sawbones' hand. The bat is nowhere to be seen.]

 

-headtilt- What the frag?

 

(salutes, badly)

I'll gladly agree to that.

 

Den schtop arguink mit me und check hyu sveethot over dere.

 

Are you alright?

 

Thank you. That feels dreadful. Tea?

 

dont tell me vwhat to do.