shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Did not! Was just looking!

 

Well! I am very sorry if you felt threatened.

-She sighs and tries to hide her giggle.-
This is why we talked about hwo you have to ask before you investigate things, darling.

 

I was just looking a little! -sulk-

 

its once a svweep.

do you havwe any idea vwhat a fucking stupid idea that is.

thank you.

i havwent been trying to off the empress. vwhy the hell vwould i be trying to off the empress.

 

"When you are investigating other living, thinking beings, it's your responsibility to ask them first if they mind," Ford says gently to the kitten-bot. "You are much bigger than the Mis, and there are people here who have tried to harm them, so they got scared when they saw you coming in their direction and had no idea what you intended to do. Since the Mis can speak to us, you should say 'Hello, I'm Soundwave. I want to learn more about you, and I promise not to hurt you. May I come over and watch you for a little while?'"

Ford grins. "The Mis would probably be perfectly happy to let you investigate if you gave them some bonito flakes and agreed to pet them in return for information." He holds out a packet of dried flaked fish.

 

"I don't know, dude, you tell me why she's got your big obvious bright blue gun on the watch list."

 

its common sense. if someones aiming a rifle at you, you movwe.

 

i havwe a name!!

 

Y'ain' th'only one, squishbit.

 

im not squishy OR bitty.

 

Was looking at their house, not them. -Soundwave sniffs the packet and sneezes, a lot like a flesh and blood kitten.- What are those, those don´t smell like rustflakes?

 

[The fifty-foot-tall robot looks down at the comparatively bitty-ass troll. Even without mobile faceparts, he manages to look unimpressed.] Y'huh. Sure.

Organic 'quivalent, I think-- fish? Smells like fish, 'n th'fluffins like fish, so.

 

-the mis are very interested-

You were gonna break something, giant metal cat! -says siamis architect-

 

What´s fish? Can you eat it?

 

Ford briefly considers telling Itch that his name for her is 'the reason my wife won't come visit this place with me any more' and then decides not to acknowledge her presence.

 

"I can eat fish, and the mis can, too. You probably shouldn't." Ford smiles. "Tell them you promise to look at their house without touching it. You probably could break it without trying to."

 

-takes the bag. He manages not to bite any fingers but the bag rips open and spills. Mis swarm into the rain of nom. Kitten spits out the bag-
I don´t think I can break energon cubes, and that´s what it mostly looks like. I´ve never tried to break one. Do you have one? Can you break them? I know most grownups can and you look grownup but you´re so small. -he gets more and more excited as he talks and starts bouncing excitedly-

 

im big, tough, and sexy!

 

'Ganic critter what lives'n water-- [remembering dream magic exists, Rust summons images of several fish in quick succession.] Dunno how yer tanks're sorted out, ask y'caretaker if y'cn hannle meat.

 

You're scrawny, diseased, and gross.