shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

-chases the ever living shit out of that ball barking all the way. you gotta intimidate it you see. the squeaky ball. he gives a powerful pounce and lands on the ball. he bites the thing and digs his claws in and holds it there for a moment, kicking at it. happy strill-

 

... Yes.
[She gets out the hair grooming tools. THIS IS GON' GET PORNOGRAPHICALLY PALE IN RECORD TIME]

 

-having no sense of tact or understanding of alien romantic customs jorin brings back the ball and proudly drops it in front of clover. it is covered in drool. jorin is covered in drool. the floor is covered in drool. curse the manda why must strills be so messy-

 

DOES IT COUNT AS ALIEN SIMPLY IF IT WASN'T FROM OUR HOME PLANET? IF SO, THEN I'M INTIMATELY FAMILIAR WITH ALIEN FASHION, A BROAD AND NEBULOUS CATEGORY WE SOMETIMES FALL INTO THAT IT MAY BE

 

-she shrugs- I Mean As Far As I Can Tell Youre Still Wearing Whats Essentially Wriggler Attire.

 

-jorin smells absolutely fucking horrendous but only to you in particular. the workings of this are not understood and we can probably chalk it up to star wars science being bullshit but as you are a male humanoid jorin REEKS. he is unaware of this fact and is cutely waiting for clover to acknowledge his totally awesome rad kill-

 

YEAH, BECAUSE IT'S COMFORTABLE AND IT FITS AND ISN'T GARISHLY EYECATCHING OR--

--OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD??? ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO ABSORB HIS STENCH IN THE HOPES TO WARD OFF PREDATORS, OR DO YOU JUST LIKE INHALING THE SWEET AROMA OF DEATH? IT SMELLS LIKE HE NOT ONLY HASN'T BATHED IN A MILLENIA, BUT HAS ALSO TAKEN THE KIND EFFORT TO ROLL IN WHATEVER FOUL SHIT HE COMES ACROSS. ROTTING MEAT, RADIOACTIVE WASTE, MAYBE EVEN ACTUAL SHIT, WHO KNOWS!

ALSO HE'S DROOLING EVERYWHERE AND I WOULDN'T TRUST THE BACTERIAL LOAD IN THE SPITTLE OF SOMETHING THAT SMELLS THIS POWERFUL.

 

-turns to the sound and looks at karkat with innocence-

bark

 

I Mean Fair But Yknow Theres Things That Look A *Little* More Like You Put In An Effort That Dont Make You Look Like A Deranged Bird Of Paradise Fucker.

????????
What

 

all i smell is more me!

 

?_?
[Presumably bullshit star wars science accounts for basic filters, but Wrench is so used to not being able to smell shit in his mask that even in dream spaces he can smell nothing.]

 

-bullshit star wars science accounts for basic filters-

 

The words of a fool and a weakling. The smells of the animal world are oft not to our civilized liking, but they are natural, and often evolutionarily advantageous in the harsh, cruel world that is nature. You see, a strong smell like this-

[He takes a few steps towards the jorin and. stops. Takes one more step, stops again. He stifles a cough and pulls up his scarf around his nose.]

I seem to have just remembered an engagement I have with. Someone else. A demon. We are to meet to discuss things outside of the realm of human comprehension. It's not worth the time to explain. Trust me when I say it's absolutely a real thing that's happening. Farewell!

 

More you is something that no one wants.

*nose is scrunched up in disgust*

 

*smells jorin*

*recoils*

*creates a humongous nuke*

*puts the nuke on jorin*

 

Borf?

 

EXPLODE DAMMIT!

 

more me is vwhat evweryone vwants!

 

can confirm.