shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

one caegar. little ovwer tvwenty-sevwen milligrams of gold.

 

Can I eat the gold?

 

have you considered that the most profitable behavior under your rate is for them not to dance at all

 

ivwe considered that and im capable of embedding a coin in someones skull from ten feet avway.

i...guess??

 

[Snickering]

good luck with that squishy

 

You've got a fragging deal then. I'll take it.

[Whatever Scope is doing with his body, it only barely resembles dancing.]

 

o:zz

 

*Her attention is quickly diverted from the shittily dancing robot. Holy shit a mini her.*

*She jabs a finger into Itch's eye.*

 

*Screech.*

 

i changed my mind, the dancing robot monkey is fired! this is VWAY more fun.

 

yeah i dont think that plan is going to work well on people made of metal

 

[He stops.]

Okay but you still have to pay me though. I did like, half a dance for you. C'mon. Cmooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

 

hi

 

Make the lady pay me, Req. I'm so sad. So sad and so hungry. Req I'm dyin'.

 

*She tosses a caegar at @Scope.*

 

Oh slag fragging score.

[He mashes the caegar against his lone optic. This isn't working.]

 

Uh

Uh

TRAP

*Full body tackles Scope*

 

[He screams and goes down, flailing pathetically.]

 

*He's just sort of flopped out now, on top of Scope like a huge lump of tentacles and metal.*

I got you. It's ok. Shhh. It's ok Mr. Cutie Face, I got you. *pats at Scope limply*

 

Why do you do these things to me? What did I do. Where'd my caegar go.

[He just gives up and lays there.]