shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

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Friends?

 

-grins- Yup!

Ja? Hyu fight mit us, ve iz friends. Iz dere enny booze?

Hy deed see? Hy von.

 

Ja? Hyu seem nize end hyu fight goot, zo friends!

 

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I have friends now?!
No booze, can't drink but FUCKING HELL YES!

 

Now wrestle me!

 

-cackles, sits up and knuckle-rubs VVrench's hair- Dis place, hyu ken dreenk vot hyu vont end hyu dun effen haveta get drunk! ...Vich iz de fon beet bot.

 

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But when I try to drink beer or anything but blood and water I like... projectile vomit blood. First time it was fucking METAL but it's mostly just kind of fucking gross.

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Dreamspace dude, I could guzzle gasoline here and it wouldn't hurt me unless I let it.

 

Ja, een real life! Bot dis iz not real life. Iz crezy spark-dream or sumtink. Hyu dun vanna be pukink de blood, hyu iz not be pukink de blood! -summons up a massive tankard of beer, sprinkes a couple of his own special flavourings in, and offers it to VVrench-

 

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WHAT!?
*takes the offered beer and drinks*

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I'M NEVER WAKING UP, DUDE! HOLY FUCK!

 

-laughs, appearifies his own tankard and swallows three-quarters of it in one go-

 

*He's just happily chugging beer, this will probably end poorly for him when he wakes up.*

 

Oh noo, hyu poor ting!

-GRIIINS- yay for veird sheet like diz!

-the most fearsome pounce! much wrestle. Gentle wrestle for fragile human-

 

Shit SUCKS. I can't even eat pizza anymore!!!

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-Clover socks her hard in the snout. Jagers can take it!-

 

Votz pizza?

 

-surprised snort, pounces her onto the ground and boops her nose with a claw-
Huy iz dead -she grins-

 

Yup. But I got you!

 

-snaps and there is an everything pizza!-

 

-in walks a woman who looks remarkably like the handmaid. because she is the handmaid if not THE handmaid. she is carrying with her a postal bag filled with her work. this she drops to the floor and sits down carefully near. very carefully. delicately. classily. like a lady. Like A Proper Blueblooded Troll. out of this bag she pulls out a husktop, a battered notebook full of loose papers, a few stacks of other loose papers, and yet more loose paper. she organizes this in a chaotic fashion and opens the husktop and begins to look through one of her stacks of papers. so many papers. so little time. we can't all be the emperor dammit. many of the papers have various alchemical circles and long lists of ingredients in varying amounts if one goes to look-