shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

AND impossible to kill!

 

No you're not, you've literally died a bunch of times here before!

 

Nope.

 

and im still here, bitches!!

 

-Soundwave tries to bite the fish images. When that fails, he licks up some fish flakes and nearly a mi. The taste is not to his liking and he desperately tries to lick it away-

 

[Rust snickers, and does nothing to help. Bad tastes are part of life, kiddo.]

 

"I did tell you that you probably shouldn't eat that," Ford points out. "Organic food isn't good for you. Your food isn't good for me either--I can't eat rustflakes."

 

"That is common sense. Also not what you initially said," Wendy points out with a shrug.

 

Ehhhh, some'a us c'n process organic slag, jus' ain't optimal fer mos' bitlets.

 

my rifle is brightly colored and also obvwiously shaped like a gun. i dont havwe to commit treason to knowv shed be able to see me coming.

 

But Rustflakes are tasty and crunchy! That´s sad. -looks down at the mis- still wanna see your house.

 

It's okay, kid. You robots don't have a monopoly on tasty and crunchy. We organics have potato chips.

*potato chip bag appears*

*norm opens the bag and eats a few*

See?

 

*Are there any fish flakes left? The teal wiggler is taking an interest in them.*

 

*Itch swipes at the bag.*

share!!

 

Mi, can look but be careful! -a teeny architect trots towards the mi fort, looking back to see if Ford and Soundwave will follow-

 

-sniffs- Those don´t smell like fish

 

-the mis Have left some fish flakes, but not many.-

 

*The wiggler is eating them off the ground, like a heathen.*

 

-it is cold in heaven today. it has been cold. her winter coat has been growing in. she is now a poofy fox. one that trots on in to this much warmer room and curls up tightly-

 

They're not fish. But they are tasty and crunchy.

*wills a few more bags to appear in itch's hand*