shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

That's... A bit weird. But I've heard worse.

 

i can assure you with 100% confidence that my dick is not actually erect.

 

It's slang. And it doesn't have the connotations of "bitch" at all.

 

I don't wanna know anything about your dick!

Dipper, memory gun, please?

 

*He appears to be badly repressing a snicker.*

 

And that's funny... why?

 

nothing. why dont you keep chastising my massive dick.

 

No. No. I'm not gonna do that.

 

no, no, please keep doing that or i might just whip it out.

 

... yeeeesh.

 

There are boxes in the rave. At least one is planet sized, but there are all sizes from shipping containers right down to tiny boxes just big enough for a mi.

 

[Onyx plonks her giant horse aft in a box perfectly sized as to look entirely ridiculous. Boxes are for sitting, even if her legs aren't supposed to fold like that in this mode.]

 

-Sawbones pads in and sits Next to any and all boxes. She is a dignified medic-

 

*hides from cronus in a norm-sized box*

 

[Resist the urge to boop the snoot. Even if startled cats are objectively hilarious. That's rude.]

Care to join me, little sister?

 

*joins him in the box*

 

*takes advantage of the close quarters*

 

*really likes that idea*

 

*the box is now a fade to black box*

 

[Dom starts putting boxes inside of bigger boxes.]