shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[Whatever it is, it is definitely lined with fleece for Prime Rat Nesting. You know you want to.]

 

-She pets Itch.-

Well, I guess if they're having fun, they can do whatever they like to their hardware.

 

Dta Definitely noth something Capt´n Nichrome is doin´! I dunno pinky but th´Capt´n ain´t cool with that slag!

 

-the mis join the pile. There is so much purring.-

 

As much as I love the Wolverines, I'll still never be able to get behind "tonsil hockey".

To be fair, I like to do that too.

See: the "Prince Albert".

 

*Mrrs like a filthy alley cat.*

 

My personal space spans an average to small planet and everyone is constantly invading it I feel attacked.
[his voice does not have the usual bitter sarcastic edge to it. He still sounds distant and muted.]

The what now?

What else is biting someone supposed to mean, it's not that exotic a concept!

[his voice goes even quieter]
Gross, stop that.

 

That's what I said when we took Scanner aboard. He ain't my property, or Nichrome's neither.

 

Oh. It's very soft in here. Do you want me to make you some personal space?

You seem stressed.

 

!!! (happy rat bruxing emits from inside the hood... somehow they've found more snacks, possibly via Rave Nonsense and the assumption that Food Is Everywhere)

 

-she comes up to Scanner with quiet steps, and takes his hand firmly-
You know you belong to nobody but me.

 

It's what humans tell kids their babies come from.

 

no they dont.

 

I came from the mountain dirt.

 

Some of them do, anyway.

 

i HAVWE to knowv vwhere the guys dick is!! ill DIE if i dont.

 

Maybe it's on the inside?

 

i vwill LITERALLY KEEL OVWER.

 

That last part is a lie, you can't just choose not to own me. That's not how it works.

Why?

-He invents sharply, then his entire body seemingly loosens up, tension bleeding from his frame.-
Yes.