shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Just Lissa got it!

 

Pits no, villain monologues are fraggin stupid. Who do you think I am? If I actually do anything you won't fragging see it coming!
[That is definitely hurt pride now]

 

-nods thanks- How delightful.

So you say. Could you be a 2fully grown autonomous troll" a little more quietly, or is that infringing on your rights as a species?

 

-She balls some up and binds it together with sodium caramel, tossing it at Stentato.-

Huh. What show?

 

Lissa smiles. "I was hard to train as a kit anyway. I always wanted to be doing things. And asked obnoxious questions. I know it's part because I was raised in a cult but...Jezebel had to sit in school for so long, and after second grade they wouldn't let her have naps, so we taught her at home mostly. I am not sure I have the patience to be a scholar, even though Stan and I can run most of the stuff in and under the house."

 

-It donks against his helm.-

Hey!

 

At least he had decent taste.

Venture, please. No one is gonna hurt anyone.

 

Spoiler: I don't actually know who you are because I'm not a rude fragger who goes digging for dirt about everyone he meets! You've seemed like a pretty cool dude so far but we've only known each other what... four months now? Five tops? Slagged if I know how you get when you're angry!

 

Any show. It´s pretty universal entertainment food. Great if someone decides to be entertaining on front of you.

 

I wasn't gonna get angry! Around you! Ever! None of this was s'pposed to actually matter.
... Wait what d'ya mean you didn't-... Ven, that's... that kinda slag's dangerous...
[He looks sincerely horrified. He did a surface background check on every decepticon aboard and every comms member and that was him being restrained and chill about it, but-... not at all?]

 

Huh. I guess we're technically doing that for ours too? The Academy doesn't take sparklings and besides we're a long way off from Cybertron. [He shrugs.] Not sure I'd wanna send my kits-- wait no it's kitlings for once they can run around on their own right?-- away for more than a few hours until they get their kibble in anyway.

...Yeah okay I'll shut up and let you do your thing. Sorry.

 

Glad I can entertain!

-She readies another projectile for Stentato.-

 

You don´t have to leave.

 

"If you really didn't mean it," Ford says after a moment's thought, "my lady has been known to accept apologies. Graciously, even. She gets spitting mad herself sometimes. Just...try to remember that you're mad about what happened, and not who people are."

He might be stretching the glimmer of hope a bit far, but...it would sure be nice if this actually worked.

 

Hi I think we've met before I'm Venture of Upper Petrohex fastest courier in half the galaxy? If I took time to get blackmail on every single one of my clients I'd never fly!

I'm not? I'm just gonna stop raggin' on Ratio 'cause it looks like you've got him covered?

 

[He snorts] i don't find y'all actively repulsive, no. I don't really get it but it's prolly good we stopped with the whole six phase plans an' slag. I was mostly talkin' about the actual threats I'd made with regards ta airlockin' a good chunk'a the ship's crew 'cause I got emotional, but I guess I wasn't too nice t'y'all either.
[... that's as good as you're gonna get from a gleeful war criminal, probably. Take it or leave it.]

 

"They're kitlings when you feel that if you let them out of the house to play with their friends, you don't have to go to make sure they remember the way and won't decide to eat big bugs they haven't actually seen before and get bitten themselves. They're still kits when they can climb the walls and run after you, but you wouldn't let them off the property unless your neighbours were trustworthy."

 

Don't pretend ya don't comm'n'fly now, bro, when did'ya get all responsible like that?

 

Ford laughs. "I wouldn't invite you to bed with us even if you were the right size, you don't have to think we are cute, just be civil."

About what he expected.

But at least it was funny.

 

Huh. Kits then still I guess. All the neighbors are trustworthy but the Well'll freeze over before I let 'em off the ship on their own.

I totally do who do you think I am? But I was a point'n'shoot bro where the pit would I pick up mad info-acquiring skills??