shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Ford looks up at Papyrus. "You eat food. I've seen you eat food. It doesn't...come out somewhere when you're done with it? Scientific curiosity. I'm really not trying to be rude."

 

Yyyes, at least most of that I've seen-- been there, done that, got the serial engraving-- and I'll take your word on the specifics, but it still sounds a little like we're talking past each oth-- hm.

Sounds a little like I misparsed the first time through, actually. Whoops. Sorry. Took "that's fucking obscene" as an attack at her, not the people who taught her. [He lowers his wings, apologetic.]

 

YOU DIDN'T, BUT IT WAS THE ONLY KIND OF POT THAT MADE ANY SENSE TO ME.
I'M PRETTY SURE NOBODY SITS ON A FLOWERPOT TO MAKE MILK.
(@sans. DOES ANYBODY SIT ON A FLOWER POT TO MAKE MILK?)
ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS!
I THOUGHT I COULD COOK TOO.
AT LEAST I'M LEARNING ABOUT WHAT KIND OF COOKING OTHER PEOPLE NEED, FOR THEIR FOOD TO BE EDIBLE!
AND SOMEDAY I WILL MAKE SOMETHING YOU WILL ENJOY!!!
WITHOUT GLUTENS.

NO, MONSTER FOOD DOESN'T.
IT'S MADE OF MAGIC! WE JUST DIGEST IT ALL!!
AND I GUESS THAT'S WHY THE HUMAN HEALS WHEN THEY EAT ANYTHING, BACK HOME?
NOT-MONSTER FOOD, WELL.
UH.
...
[Papyrus' perpetual smile is more of a grimace, glancing around for an escape.]
THERE ISN'T A SINGLE TOILET IN THE UNDERGROUND, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE FOR.
THE HUMAN SAID WE SHOULD HANDWAVE FIGURING THAT STUFF OUT. SO NOBODY HAD TO GIVE THE GROSS EXPLANATIONS.

 

@THE GREAT PAPYRUS I know a plant that likes to drink milk.

Cattails~!

 

WHY ARE ALL THESE FUN SCIENCE FACTS JUST BUILD-UPS TO BAD PUNS?!?

 

I am offended, skeleton man.

This anyanymous hacker's puns are absolutely purrfect~

 

"It's all right," Valiska says, and bows her head in apology. "I forgot I was in the dreamscape and woke up nauseated, which makes me cranky. I love being pregnant, but it's kind of uncomfortable sometimes." She sighs. "Stories like that make me angry, but I'm not angry at Anhelia. We're friends. We had a bit of a rough start, but the part where she rescued my niece was more important than the part where she said things that upset me, so we worked through it all and found out we've a lot in common. So...I think she knows I have a lot of anger but it's not for her."

"I'm sorry I was cranky for so long with you," Valiska says, "and if you ever turn up around the house I'll tell you so there, too! There was a lot of stress in those days, and I was trying to be perfect and polite, so things slipped out when I got tired or overworked. Ford's right, I should have just told you how sick I got. I'm a carnivore. My insides aren't meant to handle lots of gluten and fibre, but I've lived in multispecies households all my life, so I sometimes eat things that I shouldn't. When Getheny makes spaghetti for us, she makes some noodles that are very delicate and only gives me a little of them. I'm sure you will make something I'll like some day!"

She sighs. "I'm much happier now that we have spread out through the house and we're not all stuck in the common room all the time, and especially now that Steven fixed my hormones and I'm pregnant and I know I can be with Sev without hurting Ford or being unfair to Sev and that they love each other too. Do you want a hug?"

 

whos gonna say it.

 

Valiska eyes Cronus warily. "Most people only make milk if they have kits to feed."

 

I don't think that's the direction he was going in.

 

white fluid. could very well come from someone crouched over a pot. not titty milk.

 

*smol and tiny glub*

 

*Itch eyes that smol cuttle hungrily.*

 

*small and not wantin to be vored glub*

 

*directs his attention to the cuttle in order not to feed cronus' desire for attention*

*has to pay attention to a cronus anyway*

*at least it's not the same one*

Don't.

 

*waves a smol tentacle at norm*

 

dont vwhat.

 

*waves his not-smol tail back at the cuttle*

 

Don't eat the little guy.

 

*smol tail pep*