shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

THATS FAIR BUT WHY THE KITTEN BRO WHATD THE KITTEN DO TO U

 

I KNOW THAT LITTLE FUCKING BASTARD WAS OUT TO GET ME!
>_<

 

-She leans in and whispers.-

I never said I'd ask permission, fucker.

 

[Nichrome laughs and drags Reffy over to Venture for a traditional Decepticon cuddlepile extravaganza. Cultural exchange and diplomacy or something]
I am fairly sure organic children are present, sweetspark. As mcuh as I am flattered by your commitment to making me feel beloved and appreciated in how bad I am at maintaining a professional image, I believe there are some conduct standards to remember.

 

KITTENS ARENT EVIL

 

You put me down, cretin.

Rawneth! Darling! I am being accosted! Would you give a coat a hand?

 

Sorry, as a lady of Knorth I'm doing my duty and taking out the trash.

-She imagines up a crackling campfire.-

 

THEY'RE SUPER EVIL! They're PLOTTING literally RIGHT NOW!
>_<

 

*One of the kittens trips over its own paws.*

*But EVILLY.*

 

-wiggles his coat body as best he can-

And I am a former Lordan of Knorth. You've no right to this.

 

As a cursebreaker, this is literally my job. Stay still!

-She tries to tie his arms together.-

 

-has been watching from the side, vaguely amused by this. you'd think he'd learn-

 

see bruh theyre harmless

now apologize to mr sprinkles

 

Pbbbbbt conduct schmonduct. Get over here. [Happily becomes subsumed in cuddlefriend.]

[Venture.exe has encountered a problem (too much cute) and needs to close.

He makes a high-pitched squeaky noise while he watches the kitten try to right itself.]
Nichy I want twenty

 

Unfortunately it is my job to keep my uncle safe. There'll be no burning him today.

 

(Eiffel beholds the mi. He tries to pick it up gently with his kitten-free hand and examine it.)

EIFFEL: Did you fall in a compactor, Felix?

 

I am completely unconvinced and Mr. Sprinkles can go FUCK himself.
=_=

 

I SAID APOLOGIZE TO MR SPRINKLES

 

Oh, you'll keep this motherfucker safe, but who's safe from him? Lock him in an iron chest or something, Jame!

-She stops moving Greshan to the fire, but doesn't release him.-

 

[She laughs and pets his helm]
I know. We'll see what we can do. But you have to promise to take care of them.