shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

I
Hate
Food

 

I have crayons. Do you like to color? :3

 

* Howdy!
* I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!
* It's nice to see a new face around here.
* Well... Okay, I guess I can't really see your face.
* But I'm sure it's not because you have anything to hide!
* There's nothing wrong with being a little shy.
* ;P

 

I... Like Colors? I Like Colorful Bombs At Least. Not Much Of An Artist Though.
Youre Very Energetic Huh.

 

*grins* And you remind me of my spades (hey, trolls, mind backing me up here and explaining what a spades is to Mr. Train Ass, since it's from your culture and all!), @THE GREAT PAPYRUS. He'd probably like you a lot.

And yeah, I'd like a muffin. Thanks!

 

Hi, nice to meet you. Ive never seen a talking flower before. Your cute.

 

You can say that. I like to make everyone happy wherever i go.

 

Actually, my first name is Michael, but Caboose is my last name. So everybody calls me Caboose. I would like to see this Papyrus. And what kind of muffins do you like? Ive got banana-nut, chocolate chip, oatmeal...

 

*grins* I bet he'd like to see you too. He likes everybody. And you're blue and not trying to kill anybody, so... I reckon those'd also be points in your favour, Caboose.

And... hmmm... chocolate-chip, I guess. 'Cause chocolate is awesome. *blissful, almost sinful sigh*

 

I dont like killing. Its to mean. People try to kill me and my friends all the time. But they dont know how to be friends yet. :3
Here you go. *hands Norm the muffin*
Anyone else want a muffin?
Also, where is Papyrus?

 

*laughs* That's exactly his philosophy.

Thanks! *starts eating the muffin*

And where is he? *bites his lip, thinking* Hmmm... I dunno. He'll probably be around some time soon. Or maybe not soon but unless something bad happened to him, I bet he'll be around eventually. *laughs* He's not my Girlfriend That Lives In Canada or anything, if that's what you're wondering. He actually exists, and he is really in my quadrants.

 

* Yeah, that would... really be something, if you'd met another talking flower. Gosh.
* You'll let me know if you ever do, right?

 

I cant wait to meet him.

I used to have a girlfriend. Her name was Amelia. We used to talk to each other, but i lost connection to her after i lost... *starts sobbing* after i lost our "special word".

 

*still sobbing from the last comment* You got it. I met a talking bomb, does that count?

 

Some People Dont Want To Be Happy. Specifically Some People Dislike Being Made Happy. Social Pressure Is Shitty.

 

Uh... There There?
Talking Bombs You Officially Have My Attention For One Hundred Twenty Seconds.

 

*frowns* Your "special word"? You mean, like, your "safe word"? You know, dude, if that happens you guys can always just think of a new one. You guys don't have to break up. *rolls his eyes* Sweet Jesus. I swear me and Sev are far more functional than you two.

 

(Yeah, that guy sure is crying.)
* Uhhhhh.
* That's hilarious.
* But no, that doesn't count.
* It has to be a plant that talks.

 

*gaining composure* Why not? Everybody is happy in their own way.

 

No, not that, i mean our word that we alsways say to each other.

What about a Mexican robot?