shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

vweeds out the vweak.

 

- botbot notices another person with cool glasses offering the smaller version of cool shades norm some icecream, and walks over -

:0 :0 :0 M A Y_I_H A V E_S O M E_A S_W E L L ? J U S T_T H E_C O O L_P O I N T Y_B I T ? :0

- botbots graspers twirl slowly in contained excitement, hoping the stranger will say yes -

 

*Clang. He just lies there.*

 

And what's so great about that?

 

I tried. It was hard to get right.

 

I win.

 

Knees are hard. You´d think they would be easier, but no.

 

makes the species stronger.

 

But hey! It held for decades before we got on the TEAM and the medical team replaced it. Not bad!

 

What's a species?

 

do i look like a fucking dictionary.

 

*A shitty little jingle plays as he powers off for dramatic effect.*

 

What's a dick-shon-ary?

 

20 crobux, same as in town!

 

What are crobux, though?

 

Well, you'd have to ask Cro.

 

Is he a Cronus?

 

Is he?

 

You don't know who Cro is?

 

"Nope," says Ford, and eats his own ice cream cone. @yo its amethyst has disappeared and there is no dank-ass space weed to be had. Which is probably just as well.

"They're not meant to kill each other. They're meant to grow up and become trolls. But the way that things are set up on Alternia, they have to compete, and they invariably do kill each other," says Ford with a sigh.

Ford stares at @BotBot with a dazedly, vaguely horrified expression for almost a minute before creating another cone and handing it over wordlessly. The robot looks like a mechanical Bill. And Bill was only ever red when he was furious, all tentacles and tongues.

But it's being polite. And Bill could manifest his own damn ice cream.

Even so. "Here. Take the cone. Can you even eat this? Do not touch my hand."

"A species is a specific type of living thing. A group of creatures that are capable of exchanging genetic material and creating more like themselves."

"A book that contains a list of words and explains what the words mean."

"I think it's a joke," Ford says wearily. "Twenty bucks, same as in town." He shrugs.