shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

howv about you dont touch my face.

 

I hope you realize that this is a really terrible idea.

 

*The cuttlefish is WHAPPED off his face. Don't touch the asshole.*

 

...i am afraid there is no stopping the boop train once it starts rolling...i don't write the rules

beepboop...beepboop...beepboo-

...okay...on second thought...maybe the boop train should pick a different target

 

*He sputters. Oh, god, there's cephalopod ink all over him.*

 

you can touch my face any time, baby.

 

*a soft, cephalopodic high five*

 

...please don't call me that

 

*did someone say baby*

 

Well, if you insist!
[Orlandeau sets Juice down and starts cracking his knuckles]

 

calm the fuck down, i wazz kidding. mozztly. nice gunzz you got there, by the way.

 

*yes this is baby*

 

Oh, why thank you! Why don't you take a closer look at them?

[Orlandeau tries to clock the guy in the face]

 

*Orlandeau's fist glows a sickly golden for a brief second, before somehow missing Cronus's face. Cronus jumps back anyways.*

hey, hey, WHOA, take it DOWN a notch! chill, bro.

 

Fuck off, or you'll see what it's like to get punched by a giant fucking wave.

 

*can also do golden*

 

... Those are the cutest tentacled abominations I've ever seen.

 

YEP! WE SURE FUCKING DON'T! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING!

 

[Covers Burt with a giant mug]