shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Goddamn does he despise that clown.*

 

Rude.

 

<3<

 

get robust, scrub

 

[Dom looks at the other... People? In there.]
Hey. Uh. Has anyone tried to punch that? Does it work?

 

*He recoils.*

 

you can try, but You will die for that.

[the clown honks dualscar to make him feel better]

 

Been there, done that. I get better. Any other reason I shouldn't try? Anyone?

 

only get down with the clown, if you're willing to get down with the clown

 

*It's getting hard to keep his deadpan up. This is fucking infuriating.*

 

wow you look pretty hot and bothered

you must really hate me
[the clown giggles uncontrollably]

 

Leeeeet's not fuck the. Uh. "Clown."

 

*You can practically see Dualscar's tolerance for these vacant shenanigans slipping away.*

*And there goes the very last drop. He equips Ahab's Crosshairs.*

 

[the clown loses his sperghetti. dear god, it's everywhere, it won't stop falling out of his pockets, and it's getting all over dualscar. as a defensive maneuver, the clown spills the marbles and starts flinging mousetraps at dualscar]

 

[Dom looks at... Whatever the clown is doing.]
... And I thought I had met the shittiest person in the multiverse.

 

"Well, that could come in handy."

 

"...hey Dipper, want a matched set?"

 

Lamento escuchar eso, mi amigo. Usted puede hablar ahora, sin embargo.

 

*does the welcome gesture*
Welcome to the world between light and dark my friend. Make yourself at home.

 

Not really. It happened too long of a time ago for me to have really learned how to speak it fluently.