shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

and consumes stuff recreationally that will kill humans

 

Our mandate's clear as mud, so who knows? Besides, you were the one talking about the non-canon nature of this space.

 

Give me a klik I have to figure out if the mandate cares about what you claim to be or not.
It's hard. Fragging legal talk and slag

While i try to figure that out i'll just... spill a little engex onto this small glass. Don't mind that.

 

And I shall use my advanced thieving skills to make that glass vanish while you're not looking.

Hmm. Interesting looking stuff. *sniffs it* whoo, that has a kick to it. Here goes nothing. *sips*

 

... did I kill the organic?

 

No. You did not. But damn! That makes the worst bootleg garrison liquor taste good. This tastes like the stones of North Kenshold when I was a tiny kid and given to taste testing anything I could find, combined with the taste of my whetstone when I've finished giving my blades a polish. Yes, I tasted it. Curiosity killed, and all.

But it makes my head spin and I like it.

 

*sips again* This ... iz actual y nott tooo badd.

 

Oh my fucking G-d I turn my back on my moirail for one sick minute and...

Jamethiel, what the fuck did you just do?

 

That's not a very reassuring reaction but I guess from now on it's your own stupidity and I'm out of the equation.

 

You sound like your wife. That can't be good.

 

Fuck you too for an out of tune lark in a burning tree, Stanley Pines.

 

She drank corrupted robot fuel. I told her that was a shitty idea, but guess what? She did it anyway!

So I think we should all be glad right now that this is the shitposting rave 2, not the Tango.

 

Yeah, when Ford is reduced to incoherence he's not nearly as creative as my sister, Stan.

 

...Jame.

Why.

 

It's not corrupted you pleb it's distilled

 

I'm sure it's perfectly fine booze for robots but that doesn't mean I want my moirail to drink it!

 

Whatss up Forddd you shud tri itt.

Ohthatsrite you human would bee ded.

Ah thinkss that mite bee nough.

 

Sev, my diamond, please make sure the diamond of my heart doesn't die on us. I am so sorry.

 

Corrupted? Distilled?

Either way, it's a weird robot form of alcohol, for getting robot-drunk. Which I almost can't believe is a thing, but... apparently, Horatio, there are more things than are dreamt of in your philosophy. And robots getting wasted is one of those things.

 

Hey she wanted to and according to this here thingy on my datapad i'm only not supposed to kill organics on purpose. Nothing says anything about guarding my fuel in case some glitch brain decides toxicity is fun to experiment with.

well what else am I supposed to do but get slagfaced with the way my job is set up?