shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

(Significant pause.)

EIFFEL: ... thanks, but no thanks. Old habits die hard, bad habits die harder, you know?

EIFFEL: (transparently changing the subject) Uhh, was Die Harder the sequel? I forget.

 

Fuck if I know, those movies are ancient.

 

EIFFEL: Please don't tell me you're from the future. Please. My life is already way too deep in the twilight zone. Are you an alien too??

 

Not as far as I know! We haven't gotten very far in space yet. Having to deal with fuckin' debris field from all the shit we put in orbit.

One day though. One day I will hack a space probe.

 

"That sounds like a horrible idea. You should do it anyway!"

 

EIFFEL: (a tone that means 'backing away slowly') Riiiight. I'll leave you and your true love science alone over there, Doktor, I don't trust that sparkle of academic passion.

(He laughs.)

EIFFEL: Chase your dreams, just.. don't hack our space probe, yeah? Hera really doesn't need any more incentives to go full HAL-over-nine-thousand on our asses.

 

-ENTHUSIASTIC THUMBS UP. He gets her!-

... O_O You have a space probe? Why didn't I hear about a space probe?

Lady! Did you forget to tell me about a launch?

 

No probe launches this month that I've heard about. Just the usual satellites. The experimental orbit clean-up drones should be up in a week or two.

 

I'll settle for a magneto-bot. For now.

 

hey it's not like its easy being so hungry all the time. i myself am so hungry i could eat a fox. -pointed stare.-

 

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Spoiler: translation

you seem to be afraid of robots with awareness like us. did an omnic hurt you?

 

*gesturing at @Chell * <you> <understand> <sign[?]>

 

hot.

 

you could do better!

 

"I'm pretty sure my daughter does not want to be your kismesis," Valiska says, frowning.

"Don't you hit on my kids either." Valiska glares. She knows Muskfinn's gross but she hadn't known she was THAT gross.

 

"I've been otherwise occupied, what have I missed?"

 

"Me!" He poses dramatically before collapsing back onto the other man.

 

Valiska waves. It's still weird to have another one of her husband running around, even though they're clearly different people. "Not much. Some conversations about children's rights with the Transformers. Had you already left when the Kool-Aid got dumped in the pools?"

 

He chuckles and beams as Bill drapes himself over him and he lifts him into his arms with ease, "Well at least my aim is getting better..." Ford NO.

"I-yes I'm certain I was not around for that conversation and event..." He looked over at said pool, adjusting his glasses, "Well at least it makes things flavorfull?"

 

"................." Bill looks like he's about to drop kick Ford into a volcano.