shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

well, im SORRY all you dorky bastards stole the insults to describe your kind. what the hell do you want me to say.

 

[Gess lets out an unholy string of noise composed mainly of static, the screech of tearing metal, and feedback.] Loosely translated: "one who ignores the needs of the physical world in favor of their own mental stimulation." =]

 

Mebbe? Hy dunno, jägerkin haf neffer run eento vun.

Ja hy tink ve vould be fine.

 

if i havwe hot invwisible girlfriends i kinda vwanna knowv about them!!

 

You´re welcome. -she smiles and moves her hads as if weaving. A new mi appears and drops down into the throng-

 

I'm a hot invisible girlfriend, but I've already got a girlfriend and I'm not interested in dating anyone else now.

 

Jame kisses Nat's invisible cheek and squeezes her hand. "She does."

 

[Whisper badly hides a smile behind one hand, wings fluttering. Happy people are the best thing.]

 

then vwhats the fucking point of evwen MENTIONING yourself!

 

Because I wanted to show off how cool my girlfriend is, of course!

 

no one cares about your fucking girlfriend!

 

Untrue! I care! They are very cute! c:

 

no one cares about your opinion, birdbrain!!

 

Mi, I do!

 

Also untrue, at least two people definitely care about my opinion and I am almost certain Captain Swiftwing does as well!

 

*A hefty kick is aimed in the direction of the closest Mi, whether or not it was the one that spoke.*

 

no they dont, theyre obvwiously just lying because youre a cryvwiggler vwho sticks its nose in other peoples business!

 

Jame kicks Itch's swinging foot, deflecting it from striking the Mi.

 

Four million years of marriage is a lot of effort to put into sustaining that so-called "lie," I'm pretty sure my trinemates actually do love and support me! C:

 

Hiss!