shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*embraces himself*

 

I'm going to get a sandwich.

 

bring me back one, babe!

 

*it isn't very effective*

 

so what was that about dating yourself because no one else will?

 

Okay.

 

Sunshine and Pap are dating me... they're just... not here right now.

 

pretty much NEVER here, come to think of it. do they live in canada?

*He inspects his nails.*

 

No. On Pennarion. Just like I do, now.

 

...i um...never said...exactly...that i wasn't...enjoying this...too
[juice looks extremely embarrsed now]

...i'm sure papyrus and sunshine love you a whole lot...itch doesn't know the first thing about this kind of stuff...i doubt she's actually...truly...loved someone before

 

Lay the fuck off, man.

 

so i should just sit here while the same person who relentlessly mocked me for MY relationship has one of the exact same calibre, huh?

 

HELLO, girlfriend??

 

[He does so immediately even though he really wants to get back into her arms like right now.]

 

Really? I don't think I'm that lovable. *bitter laugh* Then again, neither is Itch.

 

-she locates the place where Gess bit him, runs her fingers over it briefly, then bites down in the same spot-

 

'Kay. Just gonne file that one under, uh, "incomprehensible human interaction for 200."

Yeah, 'cause it wasn't right when he did it to you either. Two wrongs don't, uh, make a right.

 

I'd say it's of a much higher calibre than yours. I'd also strongly recommend that you stop talking if you would prefer your jaw remain attached to your face.

 

I really don't want to have to play jackoff savior of the little people right now, man. C'mon.

 

no, but it makes me feel a hell of a lot better.

at least MY self-fucking involved someone who ISNT genetically identical to me.