shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

just saying vwhat.

 

-spreads his hands innocently-

 

can i get a translator ovwer here.

 

How does Dualscar intend to pay?

 

do you take guns.

 

Yes. [If the guns are her size, so much the better. If they're not but still functional, she can sell them to other organics. If they're not functional, she can just melt them down for the metal. Wins in all directions.] Offer?

 

*He dumps a massive pile of assorted riflery from his strife specibus.*

 

[She looks the pile over, but carefully refrains from touching anything.] ...acceptable. A moment, please.

Terrence makes assumptions about Dualscar's tone, possibly skewed by Terrence's own society and/or upbringing. Implication: Terrence believes Dualscar has a size kink.

Colloquialisms involved, so possible misinterpretation possible.
Terrence claims he(? please correct if other pronouns preferred) is not directly making assertions as to Dualscar's sexual preferences, only stating conclusions he has drawn from what may be faulty data.

And then request for translation, which has been provided. [She scoops the pile of weaponry up and pops it into the hatch on her back. Her guns now.]

 

howv the fuck am i going to havwe a size kink vwhen im eight and a half goddamn feet tall.

 

Psychology: not my problem. Paid for translation, not mind-reading.

 

Ford cracks up. Completely. How do you even ask a question like that in the middle of a room full of giant robots who are discussing the possibility of interfacing with even bigger giant robots? How do you live in a universe that includes giant undersea tentacled horrorterrors and not know the answer to that one? Has this asshole seen Bill?

 

"Yes," Valiska says, having momentarily been distracted by the immediate segue into who would fuck what and how stupid that might or might not be. "And I am very sorry that the Captain had to put up with that."

 

*NOT EVERYONE HAS A XENO KINK BUDDY*

 

"...Stanford? Are you quite all right?"

 

ikr eight and a half feet is micro for us that's a size kink in entirely the wrong direction compared to the rest of the conversation

 

-gently taps him on the shoulder-

 

Ford coughs into his sleeve. "Yes, yes, I'm fine!" He grins at Valiska. He is not fine. But she is fine. She is a very fine catte.

 

has it occurred to any of you that maybe id rather only havwe sex vwith other trolls.

 

-is standing behind him, one optic ridge arched-

 

stop hitting on me right nowv.