shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[yeah yeah, i annoy you. can you havwe your massivwe demon temper tantrum later?]

 

Ah, the sound of the high notes Ford's voice sometimes hits, even now at well over sixty. Truly one of the best things in the multiverse.

"Relax, Poindexter. If I really thought you wanted to fuck Cthulhu, I'd be a lot less easy with this." He pats Ford--hard--on the back. "Good to know I can still getcha."

 

[I HATE YOU AND WISH YOU WERE DEAD.]

[...MORE DEAD.]

 

"You are free to elect to remain that way."
He takes another sip. He doesn't care about alt-self's not-sister that much.

 

"Yeah," Ford says, after he catches his breath. Stan's been working out, which probably shouldn't surprise him given the way he beat him up at their first reunion. "Honestly, no, that does not turn me on."

 

...can I have tea?

 

[THANK YOU. YOU DON'T TURN ME ON EITHER.]

 

[thats cute. temper tantrum later, please?]

 

"All I have available right nwo is alcoholic, dear."
That's a lie.

 

That's fine.

-She sits by him. He's comfortingly familiar, at least.-

 

[vwell gee, mister. it turns SOME of us on.]

 

Got it. Sorry.

 

He crosses his legs, dripping more water onto the floor.
"So what brings you to this realm of the deceased, Miss Doe?"

 

*Is that an evil, tightly-clothed clone of himself.*

*He's waited 19 years for this moment.*

 

I was curious.

 

I really do continue to hope that this is not, strictly, a realm of the deceased.

 

NOW OFFERING CLASSES ON HOW TO FUCK A HORRORTERROR!

SIGN UP TODAY!

 

Ford gives the horrorterror a thumbs-up.

"Good. We're cool."

Ford laughs, waving his hand in a slightly dismissive gesture. "It's okay, Norm." He grins. "I don't think you realise what just happened. Stanley allowed you to participate in winding me up instead of attacking you. You're really part of the family now...G-d help you."

 

[NO!]

 

"Well, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat..."
He is sing-songing and chuckling, gesturing with the hand holding the glass like someone very used to waving around glasses full of drinks.