shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*the pouting intensifies*

 

does anyone have a fire extinguisher

 

Ford groans, then snaps his fingers. The banana peels disappear.

((Unless the clown feels like getting into a Will vs Will with Ford, they should stay disappeared))

"Would you care for a pair of shoes?" he asks Juice. "Also...do you have any lihwa juice? If not, how about pomegranate?"

 

i'm not a fan of shoes...they feel pretty uncomf

s'why i just wear slippers...whenever i've gotta wear something 'sides socks

i don't have any lihwa juice...but i've got pom tho...

*after spending some time rummaging around, they pull a cold pomegranate-flavored juicebox from their hoodie and offer it to ford*

 

145.9 @?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! come in john madden this is assblast usa

145.9 i am currently on fire in orbit around the rave and need help to land on the moon

 

john madden john madden john madden john madden john madden john madden john madden john madden

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oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

you must make an offering to the moon to land

 

145.9 what kind of offering

145.9 i have bananas, soap, mousetraps and rainbow melons

 

aaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

drop the base drop the soap drop the banana peels and drop trip on drop them into drop the drop mousetrap drop it drop it drop it

 

145.9 okay

*the clown starts flinging soap, banana peels, and mousetraps toward the moon, somehow managing to slip itself with a banana peel in the vacuum of space in the process*

*the clown then begins to fart repeatedly for several seconds*

 

*the astronaut stands outside, watching the debris float through the infinite void of space towards the bright side of the moon*

*the astronaut's phone begins to ring*

hello houston
hello
i am showering right now
the most disgusting shower on the moon
it's great great great great great great great great great great
can i have clearance for a friend
we're gonna party

 

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lol

 

#tagurpomegranates

What about you huh dude what if someone's triggered by you mentioning those associations or by long-winded aft-- sorry explanations?

 

*somehow, the clown is extinguished and lands on the moon*

*it immediately sets off on a trek toward the dark side of the moon, its shoes squeaking ominously against the moonrock*

 

OMG, me too. We should toatally get together and just start building stuff together.

 

Ah yes, the fruit of the dead. I must have some to try out a new recipe.

 

im demmel mellod!! its nice 2 meet u :D :D :D

dont say sorries 4 tht ur so ttly fine dont u worry!! tho how abt we go sumwhere a lil more private 2 keep talkin huh??

[As he talks, he lightly tugs on Equius' hand. Wink wonk.]

 

*Equius appears to be oblivious to the wonking*
D --> Hmm
D --> Yes, I suppose simply communicating elsewhere would be acceptable
D --> But I do believe I require some time to myself subsequently to reflect on the events that have just now transpired

 

*distant sounds of honking and heavy machinery*