shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Thats The Worst Topic For People To Be All Serious About Suddenly. Im Bored Now, Im Gonna Go Back To Dodging Sleep, Bye.

 

I mean fair, but now I know there's medical research out there somewhere to look for aside from cartoons with apparently-attractive footwear if I ever find your star system :P

 

DAMN STRAIGHT. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT

 

Well, if you do find it be careful. People here aren't as nice as they really should be...

Sir yes sir.

 

-headtilt, poke the Fork-

Goopy guts and bombs aren't the weirdest thing I've ever heard of! But you're making my charts.

Shit taste in cartoon hotties though.

 

*Metal tentacles with little grasper hands on them gently dangle out from a vent.*

 

Ford smiles ruefully. "Theocracy is never a good idea."

 

No arguments here. Either your leader's tellin' you to worship him, or someone else is playing interpreter 'tween the divine and the state, and neither of those ends well. Despite what some people would say.

 

[Imagine a person. No tireder than that. And more buff. Listen this dude swings around a steel hoe all fucking day he's gonna be jacked. He also happens to be wearing a cutesy dress and heavy gardening gloves. And to be carrying what looks like several crates of sweet potatoes.
Anyway imagine a farmer who has spent the last week fighting his crush over who gets to use the local fruit orchard. He is tired. But victorious. Maybe he should not have drunk all that wine from Ennio's stall in celebration. Angela will scold him again. But first: Where in Mother Gaia's name is he?]
...

 

ellipsis right back atcha
what up dude welcome to wonderland

 

[The Farmer looks at the stranger with his big golden eyes. Pale guy, he thinks, looks like he'd fry working the wheat field, but then so does Elise and she still somehow manages to (she has servants the little princess, that's her secret. He wants nothing more than to see her hands be calloused like a real farmer's. He'd be so proud...). But he looks like he could swing an axe without too much trouble if a tree needed cutting down.
This place looks like fertile land. Where is the nearest merchant so he cans set up trading relations? His dairy cows produce premium milk and soon he'll be able to offer artisan-cheese produced from it as well. And his sweet potatoes are renown throughout town.
He pats one of the crates gesturing for Dave to look at them and judge the quality for himself.]

 

-Lacuna gives a tentacle a high five.-

 

!!!!

*Tentacle high fives back before Req bends himself nearly in half to peer out of the vent* HI! I WAS asleep....

*Slowly slides back and out of the vent, to plop onto the ground with a thud*

 

Hi. I like your hands, Req.

 

... *Looks at tentacles*

Those are tentacles.

 

They have hands! Handacles.

 

WELL yes. Graspers! For rock! I have drills too, graspers are more useful on land... Drills overheat :(

 

-Lacuna drapes a tentacle over her shoulders and plays with the graspers.-

They're cool!

 

*The tentacle wiggles, graspers carefully NOT moving*

They are, usually. SOMETIMES they're annoying