shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

-amused snort- Thanks, but no thanks. I´m not into squishies.

Congratulations?
-he looks be- and amused rather than offended-

 

"Hey, I remember that painting from Art History," Ford says. "That's not God, though, that's Adam. God was the guy with the really long beard. If you're going to meme, do it right."

 

Miii! -fluffs up and looks fierce-

 

HOLY SHIT IT'S A ROBOT.

 

Ford shrugs, also amused. "It was a statement of fact, not a direct offer. I'm sure I could figure it out if you were interested, but I'd have to be a whole lot more sober."

 

Also the furless man raises a good point.

Either way. Protect me St. Mi. From this demon in what I guess is human flesh.

 

yes small furry creature, it´s a robot.

-bursts out laughing- I´m sure someone, somewhere already has.

 

Mi! -noofs her cheek, is protective!-

 

I almost thought people weere lying. But nope. There's a real deal talking robot. Wow.

Also I'm not small. I am sturdy.

 

You're my new best friend. Sharkle is old school now.

 

-LOUD PURRING-

 

You´re the size of my finger.

 

I'm a very sturdy finger, okay.

-pets the mi-

 

(Suddenly dogs. Dogs everywhere.)
(Ok just 5 of them but they're big for dogs and very fluffy and very curious)

 

-he walks in looking like he hasn't slept in a week. which is probably true. the wonders that cups of caf and meditation can do for a person. terrible wonders. it is still odd not being able to feel the Force from everyone here but it is a thing he is growing accustomed to. it is fine, if a bit eerie-

-what is not fine is jame. or rather the jame doppleganger in this room. it looks like jame. probably sounds like jame. but it doesn't FEEL like jame. there is no oh so enticing cloud of blackness surrounding a pit of pure white. there's no sense of what she is currently feeling or hearing or seeing. there is nothing but someone who looks like her. he stiffens at this. worried. what if it's a gurlanin sent to trick him. what if it's some sort of highly advanced droid. WHAT IF IT'S A FORCE SUPPRESSING CLAWDITE ASSASSIN. WHAT IF JAME GOT EVEN WEIRDER-

You're not my sister.

 

Holy slag it's an organic! :P [Wiretap seems to be done playing middle (fourth?) leaf; the other two murderhusbands seem to have vanished.

He salutes Starscream in perfect form, but doesn't bother standing up to do so. Mixed messages, Wires.]

 

-how big are the hounds. are they bigger than tori. who is five foot eight-

 

Look. I'm sorry. I'm being rude? I think. Definitely being rude. Just robots don't exist where I'm from except in cartoons or comics or really terrible movies. Well, not ones like you guys who seem to just be people? But robots.

 

-purrs-

Miii!

 

And people like you don't exist where I'm from! [He laughs.] Culture clash: it's a beautiful thing we have way too much of in here. Wiretap of Altihex, at your service until I wake up!