shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

"Respect our culture!"

 

"FffffFUCK OFF."

 

Mi!

 

-sits back and watches the grumpy lump- You want some candy?

 

About what he figured. Not okay. Doesn't want to be bothered, at least not by him. Has probably had bad experiences with humans. Ford just nods.

 

No. Me with an e. Tastes differently.

 

Respect does not mean bowing to a culture not my own. You can deny my request without making it about groups.

 

> You settle down, tugging the rug back over your head. Nap time.

 

-hijacks the announcement system (there was an announcement system?)-

Do not eat the mis.

 

(Of course there's an announcement system, how else could we post newspaper memes in large fonts across the center of the thread?)

 

(attempts to chew the corner of the carpet)

 

[[Tammy walks over curiously. She steps cautiously on the rug next to the weird alien lump.]]

where did that rug even come from

 

We're replacing that carpet anyway.

 

(Reed looks around curiously for the source of the disembodied voice) what's up with the robo lady?

 

Do you eat words or mis?

Mi!

 

Slightly malevolent AI I think. -doesn't sound concerned; they kicked the Angel of Death's ass in her own network-

 

I think she runs this place?

 

I think she thinks she does. Can anyone run a dream?

 

[Amused:] Which robo lady?

Depends on what one means by "run", and how strictly "dream" is defined.

 

I don´t know, maybe? -sits and rubs his ear- Are you an ammonite?