shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Speaking of grubs, the teal grub is currently encased in a cocoon dangling from the conveniently located stalactite.*

 

Hello up there!

 

*swims to up @Teal Grub to say shello*

 

*Lacking any senses whatsoever, the cocoon does not reply.*

 

vwhy are you talking to a bigass rock??

 

It... *realizes who he's talking to* I... I like to talk to myself.

 

vweirdo.

 

*laughs* Yeah, sure, I'm weird. And better than you, so hah!

 

name ONE vway!

 

Valiska points to the cauldron of popcorn she made before she took her nap. "Eat that, Itch."

 

I didn't try to make a contract with the Mara to get laid.

 

the vwhat?

 

The green penis demon.

 

???

 

Oh. Fuck. Right. Of course. Dipper wiped your mind.

 

if it shows up again i have it on good authority it doesnt like the cold

cant imagine why

 

Ford laughs. "Remember the part where they assign scientific and technical jobs based on caste, and think people like my Chroma are more useful in an engine than designing them? That's part of why we're going to kick the Empire's ass."

 

uh, no, i knowv vwho i am and vwhere i came from. dont knowv howv i got these clothes or vwhy people are saying my name is itch, but thats probably just afterlife stuff.

 

"I prefer to think of it as cleansing," Dipper snarks. "Although it won't last, just like it didn't last when Mama Cat washed her."

 

Well, I guess that would explain it. It's still amazing, though, that they have intergalactic travel yet still don't understand their own genes.