shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Thanks!!!

 

So your pain is the only pain that matters, then? I have been nice here. I am not nice always.

 

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No. The baby's pain matters too. And all my friends' pain. But you haven't hurt them so we're cool.

Why?

 

youre proving yourself to be a fucking terrible influence, yes.

 

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But it shouldn't be his! And I wouldn't have to worry about that if he was dead!

 

Pssst by the way you have to support the head more, baby necks are weak as fuck.

 

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I didn't endanger it!

 

why 5h0uldn'7 17 83 h15??

 

He tried to name it Little Bastard and he doesn't actually care about the baby! All he cares about is the baby's name!

 

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[Some tiny contrary part of her wants to try to do something nasty, just to prove him wrong. A larger part of her realizes she's debating morality with a child, and gives up the fight. She shakes her head.]

On at least one occasion, you attacked Cronus while he was holding the little one. Crossfire exists, and juveniles are often fragile.

 

Cronus has no regard for the baby's wellbeing! He wrapped in it in a really dirty cloth!

 

*He shifts positions.*

BECAUSE it was the only one i could FIND.

 

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Yeah, that's it. They start supporting their own head after a few months I think.

 

But genies aren't fragile.

*conjures up a wall*

*punches it*

*his hand is injured but it then heals remarkably fast*

You can dream up a good cloth in here, you know!

Goffik Zeus is not an insult.

'Cause Cronus can't take care of anything, not even a rock.

 

[One ear twists towards Cronus; shortly after he finishes speaking, a soft grey blanket appears, neatly folded, next to him.]