shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

That's what I said, Ned!

 

share!!

 

-She tosses Itch a jagged twist of metal, curious to see if she'll get hurt.-

 

*She's definitely going to get hurt. Doesn't stop her from gnawing away at it, though.*

 

Going a bit bleedy, eh?

 

adds flavwor!

 

I don't think you can swallow that without dying.

-She picks up another piece of metal.-

 

'Something like' and 'is' are two different concepts, however close. This plane is more 'loose at the edges' than proper 'nexus,' I think, though Vector would of course be able to tell you more specifically if he were... here-and-now.

 

[Unicron just watches. It's always cute when squishies try to do his thing. Though the tiny one witht he weird name is surprisingly good at it so far.]

 

-She gets the new metal down pretty effortlessly as well.-

So, Unicron, what's shakin' your bacon?

 

... I do not have bacon.

 

What's scootin' your toot-can?

 

is that a challenge??

 

Is it?

 

*She has already begun trying to choke it down.*

 

You're going to block up your innard-tubes, stupid.

 

I do not own a can that toots.
[... It's impossible to tell whether he is serious or not.]

 

Whatcha doing?

 

Bit rude to expect everyone to hold to your timetable, isn't it?

 

-Hey attempts a subtle lick.-