shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Besides, even if I was a kendar, I'd be a better person than you are.

 

You can continue to believe that if you'd like.

 

It's not a belief. It's a fact.

...I think you need a time-out.

 

A time-out? Like I'm a little boy?

 

-She concentrates, and walls rise up around him, with one barred side and a ceiling. She pulls out a spray can of paint and writes SHAME CUBE on the side.-

Anyway, I'm bored talking to you.

 

!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!

-the outrage of this all. how could you. you...you human slut. HOW COULD YOU. sulks uselessly as a ghost coat-

 

*Itch promptly scuttles to the top of it. She must be on the Highest Thing at all times.*

 

-She walks off a good distance from him but still in sight and settles down to read, completely ignoring him.-

 

...aw.

'landeau, we came in too late for this kissing party!..

 

[you suddenly notice that the clown is there with you. it is uncertain when he got there, or if he was there to begin with]

 

8OWV DOWVN, LOSERS!!

 

...That may have been a good thing. Rather hard to compete with that, and you're rather clumsy.

 

..!! *extreme glaring*

 

trouble in paradise??

 

H-Hey now, I didn't mean it like that. Was just teasing..?

 

...challenge accepted.

 

Huh? What the hell do you mean by th—mmph.

 

[it is time for the flying smooch tackle. orlandeau will know juice's true strength]

 

-She strolls back up to the shame cube.-

Anyway, I was just going to purge you from that coat and ban you from returning to this plane, but maybe I should just leave you with the clown...? What do you say, 'Uncle'?

 

(Holy shit are they being goddamn forceful. But Juice's form is weak, it shall be me who has the stronger tongue!)