shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

C'mon, you can heal stab wounds with a thought in here. It's cute!

-She jumps away from Stabby.-

 

No, I was the kind of person who watched those losers beat each other up while I sat sipping my tea.

*smug grin* Oh, you're a high school dropout then? That explains a lot.

 

School and education have very little to do with each other, and also I think Wrench is very smart!

 

(Stabby trundles placidly towards Otis' foot.)

 

1. aint me as the deity im not a deity im just a tank engine
2. my boss can make more girl cronuses. milf cronuses even

 

[He hops over and just... holds his leg up in the air. Occasionally wobbling with bad balance.]

Wait, fuck, what?
?_?

Ha! Jokes on you, I never went!
*_*
^_^
#_#

Fuck yeah I am!
^_^
*_*
[He attempts a high-five and WOBBLES DANGEROUSLY ON HIS ONE GOOD LEG.]

 

same here.

 

I. See.

Exactly.

 

-High five obtained.-

 

same. we're a bunch of delinquents, apparently.

 

[Is his other hand offered for high fives or balance? Who knows.]

^_^
!_!
^_^

 

in my defense it was hard for a goldfish to go to high school.

 

-makes a face. like he feels stupid now. he is holding a small container of the thick, blue substance that is bacta-

...right. Thoughts. I suppose the bacta isn't needed at all. Or is a thought itself.

-looks down at the injured ankle and applies the goopy mess either fucking way. it is somewhat slimey but comfortingly warm-

There we are. Should get this healed right away. Mysterious dream bacta or no.

 

You should make him a diplomat. Officially. Not for me! Because he's great at it.

 

goldfish, guinea pig, same deal.

 

i mean a literal goldfish.

 

The fuck-?!
[Otis begins to flail around in an attempt to simultaneously get away from the storm cloud and get Cronus off of him. Various explosions begin to occur in the immediate viciniy.]

 

sure, but you don't get great schooling as a medical prisoner either, is my point.

 

This is not the weirdest thing that's happened in my life, but it's close.
._.
^_^
[He gingerly sets his leg down again. Balance Achieved.]

You're cool. I like you.
^_^
[He points.]

 

(Stabby takes advantage of the opportunity to pounce.*)

(*Untrue. Stabby is definitely nonsapient.)