shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

For...? I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure. The war was a reasonable assumption, it's certainly skewed Cybertron's culture enough.

Oh, are you the fabled twin? A pleasure to finally meet you.

That I personally find it enjoyable and a widely-applicable solution, not that it's the best answer to every problem.

Is 'the other guy' me or the organic who started this conversation? I will admit my paint job could probably be considered 'edgy,' but... [A gradient of pinks, from shimmery near-silver around his face and chest to dark fuchsia at his extremities, is totally edgy. Obviously.]

 

"The organic," says Lissa. "I think your paint job's pretty, too."

 

i dont need to be able to count thanks im doing just fine

 

Do you? [He seems amused by this.] Well, thank you.

But if you can't count, how can we ever trust you to keep an accurate tally of kills? I don't think you've murdered anyone at all now.

 

i can count in velnariccian and its easy to know because my Dad keeps tabs on me

 

Ah, but your 'Dad's not here right now, is he?

 

think hes at the corner shop


math is ovverated. chemistry is all you need

 

Right, I'll just go let the metallurgeon know there's no math at all involved in molecular chemistry and we've been mistaken for the last twelve million years.

 

be nice to me im only ten!!!

and i dont mean molecular chemistry i mean knowing what solutions melt your face off if you mix them wrong! important to know since i work as a cleaner

 

What has your age got to do with anything? And mixing proportions is still math.

 

mmmm im not dead yet so im valid

im gonna go catch some lizards now

 

You have fun with that, fleshy.

 

...Yeah, I'm Stentato.

-He glowers a little.-

 

I believe you already know my name. What's up your tailpipe? She's got her own morals and I'm not trying to claim my way of life is any better than that.

 

Can't I be protective?

 

Of course you can. I'm curious what you're protecting her from.

 

-He thinks on that, scuffing his shoes against the floor.-

...Well, she can pick her own friends. It's not my business. But if you fuck her over, you'll have to deal with me. That's all.

 

Fair enough. I don't have any plans to, but, well, things happen, no promises, all of that. Even if she is excellent.

 

She is.

 

[He's sitting on what can be generously called the other end of the dreamspace, keeping an eye on the other two mechs in what would be a lot more inconspicuous if he wasn't 60 feet tall and had wings.]