shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[A wild linguist appears!]

"Choir (singing)" related to "choir (cassette-carrier grouping)" in Camien language?

 

Um. Yes.

 

I think that is lovely, I am sure any group on the ship would be happy to have you too! [Not that he knows terribly much about music aside from listening to it. Updraft doesn't think himself much of an artist really but he likes to think that he can appreciate art]

 

"Ah, okay," Lissa says. "So you split off but he didn't? He was a different guy all along in your world, you were never super exclusive and I was never pouty and stuff? Too bad, if you'd both split into different timelines, that could have been convenient for all concerned." She rubs her forehead: the brain pain, it's terribad, what is her life. "Man I am so not a Time player."

 

! Etymology known to Archive+Index, or...?

Group-singing only rarely performed on Licentus; more often multiple solos, lyrics overlapping for emphasis or effect. Both verbs unrelated to 'crew'.

 

-Once the Slim Jims are devoured and Stan has a thank you hand-licking the dog goes to sniffspect the giant robots! He sizes himself up as he approaches @Updraft so he's no longer small enough to step on by accident. Hey. Hey you with the wings. What does your foot smell like? You can learn a lot from people's feet-

 

The carrier/cassette meaning is based off the musical meaning.

 

"Hey, that's by design! You think I want smart cops in Gravity Falls? Why?"

Stan shrugs. Carla and Lissa are worrywarts. His blood pressure's just fine, thank you very much. Or at least it would be if the damn government and the damn aliens weren't conspiring to fuck everything up. It isn't even Ford's fault, this time! (At least, it's not his Ford's fault. He's not so sure about that other guy. He hasn't met that other guy. But he's heard stories.)

"Anyhow," he says to @Jordi Chin, "wolves are cool. What, you want a goddamn chihuahua up here, a taco dog? Maybe a Pomeranian or...ugh, a cockapoo? I would not have something called 'cockapoo' in my house. Wolves know what's up. They're smarter than dogs 'cause they're free. And freedom is the basis of America, right?"

He almost remembers giving a speech like this. Except why would he ever go into legitimate politics (is that even a thing, any more? it's totally not a thing!) Then you gotta listen to idiots telling you what they think you want and tell them what you think they want to hear. No thanks!

"There's another Wrench, too? Not that I know who Wrench is. Or have ever heard anything said about a Wrench..." Stan shrugs. "Jesus, does anyone here not have copies? Oh, right. Jordi doesn't. Was starting to worry that that old copy machine Alex found was a standard model somewhere in the multiverse..."

 

Mi! Only one of every mi. -one out of many mis informs him-

 

"Oh my God, I'm not imagining the tiny talking cats...."

 

-Jason is sitting down and has one glove off, which he is casually dangling and occasionally twitching for any mi to play with if they so choose-

 

-Unspoken is looking like she came out of a Lovecraft-inspired hentai again. And is laughing herself sick-

 

"No more so than anything else here, no," says Ford.

 

Mi? -asks another mi. to be fair to the first, this one is calico, the first was tortoiseshell.. A mech mi comes over to see what the fuss is about-
Mi´s real!

-one of them has been trying to regally ignore him. But it twitches.- Miii! -pounces! That glove´s gonna die!-

 

Oh please l, your not that old. You look young enough to be my father.

 

-he laughs and twitches the gloves a few more times before surrendering it-
You win! Good job.

 

-Whoa dude you smell weird. Badulf abandons the robots, shrinking back to normal size in process, to examine Jason. He'd approach more cautiously but Jason is being nice to the Mis so that lowers his Ambient Threat Level. Sniff sniff SNEEZE.

What the fuck man. Giant-ass wolf-dog sneezes his head off again with a curious whine, propelling himself backward with the force of it, and lands on his butt-

 

Mi! -the glove is nested upon-

Mi!!! -the mi fluffs up, startled-

 

Seems like you got your hands full. If there is different iterations of you, doesn't that mean that there is also an evil version of yourself?

 

*barks loudly in a sign of approval*