shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

... Refractor doesn't know...

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Spoiler: comms, also war mentality warnings.

[Refractor to Lacuna]: No, I mean I know! I totally remember who he is uh I mean I at least remember the fire bit! But yeah, what Nichy said, like the obectionable part about that whole episode was not that maybe I hurt his feelings! You do know what being in a six million year war usually entails like, I'm sorry, 'Cuna, but I'm not gonna pretend I wouldn't have totally murdered him probably if people weren't screaming at me to not do it and I wouldn't have felt a little bit bad because you can't just APPROACH PROBABLY HOSTILES AT HIGH SPEEDS LIKE THAT. That's... just not something you can do and expect to live!!!

 

IF YOU THINK I WOULDN'T FIGHT A FURRY CHILD YOU'RE DEAD FUCKING WRONG.
>_<
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Yeah well they aren't on the table NOW and that's the important part.
>_<

 

If only they were as interesting as your fear was making them out to be.

 

File the paperwork for it :P

[She almost chokes on her laugh]

[Oh noooo it keeps getting worse, she is laughing too hard now, send help.]

 

*Gently plops the fattest, fluffiest kitten on the table.*

(:

 

Reffy. REFFY. KITTENS. [Venture gestures wildly at the tiny bundles of fur toddling around.]

I can't handle it if they're as cute as kittens man if I have any more culture shock in my life today I'm gonna have a spark attack. And then I'll never get a kitten. And that would be horrible.

I'm gonna forge your approval now just fraggin watch me :P

 

-POUT- Nothing wrong with my paws mi! -trots off-

 

[He screeches like a banshee and shoves it off the table. The table grows like three fucking feet. That's not a table, that's a very sad bus stop now.]

 

-Clover picks up Greshan.-

Did you get out of the shame jail, Uncle?

 

HEY YO WHOA WTF MAN

*He plows his face into the ground, but manages to save the kitten. Success!*

 

c:

 

(First Minkowski - not that that's a completely new thought, space is Very Lonely, but, EUGH - and now constant giant robot nudity. Hello, Douglas Eiffel cannot be reached right now, please leave a message.)

 

Oh no, forgery. Us awful Cons are rubbing off on you.
[She flutters her optic shutters at him]

 

Mi? -sniffs-

 

You've rubbed more than one off on me cap ;D
[Flirty wing flutters. From the ground still. Where Nichy left him. Like a horrible traitorous cuddlefriend responsible captain.]

 

Yes, actually. I am the advisor of the Highlord. You think she would simply abandon me? Phfah!

 

She really should. Maybe I'll keep you and lock you in a chest.

 

"Gotta love parallel universes, huh?" He lets out a loud, somewhat obnoxious laugh.

 

YOU DID THIS.
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And yet, my dear, she won't. I'm far too useful to her and family, as well. If her coward of a brother can't convince her to burn what makes you think you can?