shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Kids, kids, you're all gangsters. Tell me your strategies.

 

fire.

 

I would've known if I hadn't turned it off so I could work on my boat!
'S a difference between turning it off yourself and getting it turned off for you. (๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )ƅ̋

 

exactly! you dont do shit, or at least anything thats helpful to us. do something productivwe for once, vwould you.

 

And?

 

"Really? That's wonderful. Would you … would you show me? I was in command of a tank when I was young."

 

fire.

 

bottles on fire.

 

I see.

 

(pssst, hey, kid, vwatch this.)

Spoiler: gore

*She pulls out a rank-smelling keychain with what appears to be two half-rotted severed fingers dangling from it, and shoves it under Scratch's nose.*

 

*Scratch lets out a startled noise and jumps back, clearly revolted.*

 

"In command of"? [Even as he talks, he flips into alt-mode; it looks a bit impractical and like the two turrets should work against each other, but is still recognizably a tank.] Please don't ask how the guns work, I ain't got a fraggin' clue, they just do.

 

*Itch snickers, giving the keychain a rattle.* EY, CALM DOWVN, YOU BIG GRUB.

 

You and your fragging boat I swear to Adaptus-- but okay fine point taken.

 

HAH. thats funny.

 

I like my boat. (ﾟ⊿ﾟ) You should come for a spin in it sometime!

 

Mmmaybe I'll take you up on that ;)

 

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Always welcome~

 

do you MIND.

 

I hope it was worth it.